So ever since Bryan (my husband) didn't get the transfer that we had hoped he'd get, I just haven't been the same!! I definatly fell into a funk, I was yelling at the kids..ALOT, and for no good reason!! I would blow up in anger at my mom, sometimes when we were arguing and other times just because she said something I didn't like! Oh and at work at the bar, well that's a whole new ball game.....ya know how older men in bar like to "talk sex" with the waitresses, well that didn't boad well for crazy Amy, I actually told one of them to go *#%$ himself!!! Thank god my boss is cool and knew I was going through something!! So after some long heart to hearts with my very cool and awesome boss, she told me she thought I was growing more and more depressed! Now I've never thought of my self as a person that would EVER have to be medicated, but apparently I am/was wrong!! Not only am I crazy and need drugs, I am a comfort eater....ARE YOU KIDDING ME...as if I'm not "fluffy" enough!!!
So two weeks ago off to the doctor I go. I told him everything that's happened in the last six months...not living with my husband and living with my parents while he was trying to get a job out here and how that fell through and now I have to go back to AZ, which honestly is the last place on earth that I want to live right now (well, maybe not in the middle east either!!). And do you want to know what the doctor told me?? He told me I need to, and I quote," get laid"!!! As funny as I thought that was he proceeded to give me an anatomy lesson on the female body and why we women need to big O. And then his next statement almost made me fall off the table with laughter!! He said, once again I quote, "now since your husband isn't here and you can't get laid the traditional way, I guess your gonna have to do it yourself!!" Now in all my 33 years I have NEVER had a doctor tell me to masterbate, but I guess there is a first for everything!! So he did give me drugs, I have gained 20 pounds from my comfort eating, so he gave me Xanax to calm my nerves. I did fail the depression test, so he gave me Wellbutrin for depression. And since I lay awake all night stressing out over everything, he gave me Ambien to help me sleep. He also gave me a laundry list of vitamins to help get my body back on track...so let's all keep our fingers crossed that this new CRAZY Amy goes back into hiding sometime soon, because I can't stand her!!!!
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Amy- you are not alone. Most of us have been there at some time in our life, we might just not be as vocal as you!!! Hang in there, you will get through... HUGS!!!
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