There are people in my life who are not going to like that I’m talking about this, but after an hour of Googling, I’ve been unable to to find sufficient information regarding the continuation of Wellbutrin/bupropion in spite of hives. Wellbutrin is an antidepressant (that’s right; I’ve just started antidepressants) & the only one in its class. It’s a norepinephrine/dopamine reuptake inhibitor – meaning it raises the average levels of norepinephrine & dopamine (that’s right, the good stuff) in your body.
I’m currently on Day 10. My therapist suggested I try antidepressants after I talked to her about a few “bad spells” I had this year. I had disproportionate reactions to disappointments – friends flaking out on a project, a vacation to Fenway Park canceled, family drama that didn’t even involve me directly. I’d be paralyzed by despair, my productivity severely impacted, & well… even as I thought to myself, “This is ridiculous!” I was still stuck in my chair, weeping, feeling utterly hopeless & unmotivated to do anything. Depression & anxiety runs in my family, & I didn’t have the most nurturing childhood, so, here I am. I’m not ashamed of it like certain people around me think I should be & I’m perfectly fine talking about it. Too bad. It is what it is. Deal with it.
The black car & white truck were already there long before that blue car parked, for those wondering.
I saw Saving Grace awhile back, when it first came out on DVD (I don’t have tv so I see everything afterward). Loved it, was saddened by the finale, which was obviously crippled by a network greed storyus interruptus, forcing the writers to shoot their load all at once, quite sloppily & with great – I get the feeling – despair. Just finished watching it again on Netflix (thank you, Netflix; I like you a lot). Still just as annoyed with the ending.
It’s important to remember that this series was about a soul headed for Hell redeeming herself, & that her final choice to sacrifice herself accomplished that. It’s just the lack of build up & the plethora (yes, I used that word) of loose ends that have got everyone frustrated.
I’ve read posts by viewers who feel Hut Flanders’ “death” is irrelevant; I’m undecided. For those wondering how an explosion would kill him if bullets did not, IMO it took an act of good to kill him, rather than an act of malice: the bullets were just Grace having a little fun… I think we all enjoyed it at least a little. But her denial of Flanders’ deal, giving up herself – that was an altruistic, if defiant, act of good.
You ever not know how strongly you feel about something until you actually talk about it on Facebook?
I had my open myomectomy on June 10 at 7:30 in the morning at Kapiolani Medical Center for Women & Children. Check in was 5am & my dad dropped me off; Admissions is inside an office with a waiting room in which you sign in then wait for someone in the sealed off cubicles to call your name.
I was the only person there at 5am & it took only about 15 minutes for one of the girls in the cubicles to call me up. I handed her my papers, she asked me a bunch of questions, gave me some other papers (HIPAA crap) to sign, she asked for my ID & insurance card (which was not listed in the instructions, but fortunately I had brought them just in case), & then I spent another half hour in the waiting room, which filled up quickly to the point of Standing Room Only & we all sat/stood there not looking at each other. The dude next to me started snoring.
Someone came to call us to the surgery floor (basement) in 3s. Once there, a girl who talked really fuckin’ fast walked me to a curtained room & handed me a package then explained what to do next to me. I’m not stupid & she wasn’t telling me anything that difficult, but I had just come out of a waiting room coma, so I had to ask her to repeat herself a few times. I also told her that she spoke really fast. I’m not sure she understood me.
Ingu will enjoy this.
Today one of my girlfriends on Facebook posted this anecdote about Mitt Romney. She said “I’m not political by any means but I don’t know how people actually support this guy. Makes me sad…”
When I read the story on the image, it struck me as ridiculous. There are ridiculous stories floating all over the place & usually when it sounds unbelievable, it is.
However, when I looked the story up, it turned out to be true. Mitt Romney really did strap his family dog to the top of a car (in a crate). The air pressure even within a crate would have been a constant 3 lbs & the dog very likely suffered intense fear the whole time, which probably resulted in it voiding itself. On top of that, strapping a crate to the outside of a car is pretty unsafe. If it somehow came loose, the dog could die or at least be badly injured. Obviously the dog was aware of this.
The first 3 comments in response to this were predictable: “What a dick!” “Agreed. What a dick!” & mine, claiming that I had looked it up & found it to be true. All fairly boring, normal responses.
And then someone named Sandra posted this: