Okay, friends, I’m counting on YOU to help bring me out of my funk today. Home is fine, work is fine….well fine as work can be…..and I’m STILL in a funk. I feel moody, weepy and ANGRY (I wish I had Crissy’s WII boxing……..)
I don’t like to be like this. I like the happy Perfectly. The one who is happy with her life and isn’t upset over absolutely NOTHING. I mean I may get ocd about things, and I may stalk my friends in hopes of spending time with them, but generally, I am quite content. Today, however, I am mysteriously angst ridden.
I have worried about Christmas, visiting my Mom and Grandma, visiting my cute cousin’s house after Christmas, not having my decorations out yet, my weight, my trouser socks fitting too tight at the top—and it’s NOT FAIR. I’ve worried if my friends like me, if my INTERNET friends like me and what in the hell will we have for dinner? What if my kids hate me? Will they need THERAPY for the rest of their lives because of me? What about the Christmas Secret Santa here at work? Will the new carpet installation and our area being scattered about the Department wreak havoc on THAT plan? What if the recipient of my Secret Santa stuff HATES it? She always hates her office gifts……..I can’t spend a ton of money---it’s secret Santa for heavens sakes…..5 days of gift giving……but I want to be CUTE and CREATIVE.
See Internets? JUST SEE WHAT MY BRAIN DOES TO ME IN A FIT OF WORRY? I’ll fess up about something. I’ve never told people about this because of the ‘stigma’. I started taking prozac last February. I was prescribed it for some PMS symptoms (remember my near tears over getting a cheese dog instead of a regular hot dog October 2007??). The drug name used specifically for PMS is called ‘ Sarafem’, but because it’s nothing else but prozac, my Dr. just gave me the prozac so I could get the generic savings.
OMG…has it done wonders. Do you all hear me obsess NEARLY as much about my appearance and weight issues? Huh? Do you? I mean, I do mention it occasionally, but if you look at my blog at the beginning half compared to the more current stuff….you’ll see. I’m not nearly as insecure feeling (a lot of the time), and I don’t get hysterical about crap like I mentioned above.
SO WHY AM I HYSTERICAL today? Must be some major pms hormones raging because man…….the prozac isn’t DEALING WITH IT. I have noticed that once in a blue moon I still get weird, so I guess it’s better than doing it every month…..but lordy be, Internets!! Today is like a blazing reminder of what my mind used to do to me all the time!!
So, where do YOU fit in? It’s been deemed (by me) YOUR JOB TODAY to make me smile. Cheer me up. Yeah, I know…it’s nobody’s job to make me happy but me. I get it you armchair Dr. Phil’s out there, but DAMNIT…today it’s ALL ABOUT ME and WHAT I WANT!!
So, I hereby want all your funny—I want all your charm---and hearing how much you all LUUUVVVV me today. Pass it along to your other blog friends that don’t know me and MAKE THEM LOVE ME, TOO!!
Got it? You all have your assignment? Good. Multiple comments from the same people will be happily accepted.
Go forth and bring the happy, people. I’ll be waiting.