It may not seem like a big deal to a lot of you but for me this is nothing short of a miracle. An act of true pharmaceutical intervention.
Back in April, when I first visited my family doctor, I was so quivering and...
I put off taking anti-depressants for years. I was ashamed to admit I needed them. I was afraid of going to the doctor. I was afraid I would become someone else. I was afraid of losing my sex drive.
Now that I've...
I've had a few of you ask how I'm feeling since I started on the crazy pills.
I'm reminded of when my...
The past few weeks have found me struggling, and mostly failing, to stay out from under a fairly heavy malaise. Simply functioning has been painful at times. At work, I've been hard-pressed to perform at the level for...
When we built our house a few years ago, there was one space that was supposed to be left unfinished. A spare bathroom in the basement. But instead of leaving it totally unfinished a few, but not all, of the contractors...
My brother's wife has been in town with their kids for a couple of weeks. She flew in to help her brother finalize the preparations for his wedding to a Filipino mail-order bride. Or something like that. Maybe he met her...
Sometimes in life we are faced with choices. Stay in and rent or go out to a movie? Nachos or hot dog? Water or wine?
Sometime around three o'clock this morning I realized I had chosen wrong to all of those choices...
A bleary-eyed Donna stumbled into the kitchen and with a quizzical look declared, "My mouth just went totally numb. Like I've been at the dentist."
Donna's fruit allergies often cause this symptom and usually a...
"I think you should do more shows at the theater."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"So I can get a boob job."
"OK. But if I'm buying you new, expensive tits then you have to show them off. I mean, if I'm going to...
Because we've decided that five is simply one too many weddings to finance before we're forty-five, Donna has had an intrauterine device entrenched in defense of her fertile-as-the-Tenessee-River-valley uterus for a couple...
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