Therapy appointment today. Went well. We talked about the sertraline sexual side effect I'm having and how great it's working for my mood and how I don't really want to go off it because I'm actually happy and enjoying my life for a change, but I just want to be able to get off man! And she was very understanding and empathetic and assured me we'd figure SOMETHING out. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist on Wednesday, and we're going to talk to my psychiatrist again and see if there's ANYTHING we can possibly do because I'm frickin DYING here.

My "toy" shipped a couple days ago. I'm hoping it gets here tomorrow so I can try it out since no one will be home. If that thing doesn't help I'm going to make an appointment with my GP to talk about my unfortunate situation and see if there's anything medical we can do. We all know how OBSESSED my therapist is with hormones... since I'm 42 she thinks maybe my estrogen is dropping or something and that's why I can't climax? I don't know. I'm sure my GP would just blame my psych meds and tell me to talk to my psychiatrist.

I re-dyed my hair this afternoon. Bluish black this time. Messy, smelly business, and I stained the wall in the shower because I accidentally sprayed hair dye everywhere. Not too happy about that. But I like how my hair looks now, so I guess it was worth it.

Apparently we blew a circuit or something. That's why sparks ignited from our radiator like it was the fourth of July in our bedroom in November yesterday. Happened again while the repair man was here this morning and I squealed like a little girl again. Luckily he was able to replace our radiator and fix our circuit, so all is good now. 👍 Scared the bejeezees out of me though! Lord above!