Soafter asking the pdoc if there was a smaller dose of Xanax (which there is and she gives me that vacant stare and nada), In fear of having her “help” me with a major med change,I take a Xanax and I run into some bushes and hit a sign that knocks off my side mirror—-$300. And my friend w ptsd went back to Iraq—
YELLING- ALL TOGETHER NOW—BUMMER!!!!
OK,its time for some serious feelgood experiences! Facials, massage, ice cream cones, seeing my gigantic ex football tackle buddy at the pool (never grumpy), my bff w the bipolar son who totally gets me. More, more, I should get my sparkly 4” heels out, just make sure not to break my ankle. I can cook dinner in them! You too Cristina, lets hear your list. Maybe I can do them too.