Wednesday, December 5, 2007

All right all ready

If late night is not optimal prozac time, neither is first thing in the AM. I'm sitting here trying to either swallow or puke the damn things down before I have to drive out for a meeting with the social worker about Uncle John. My old bones are just not equipped to rising at 6 ish and functioning well.

Damn her for only having an 8 am appointment. What about ME, huh? What about MY needs? Why does the world insist that I do mornings when I am quite sure that no, thankyou, I really DON'T.

It's hard for me to be optimistic and grateful at 6 a.m. Hell, it's hard for me to get properly dressed at 6 am. And oh joys, tomorrow MORNING I get to go have a mammogram. I can't do this, I can't I can't I can't.

Yet, somehow, I will.

5 comments:

Switchsky said...

oh shit I think I missed my mammogram appointment..maybe it's tomorrow too...call me ok...around 6 am ...EST...thanks dk.

Debra Kay said...

Oh shit, I forgot about mine again till I opened your comment. Shit shit shit.

Forever Young said...

you can do this and you will.why? because you have to...

Forever Young said...

are you having the prozac after some food, you must.

Debra Kay said...

Gone are the days when I can slam my pills down on an empty stomach. Gone are the days when coffee suffices as "something". I actually have to drink a little soymilk or goatmilk before anything else can enter the magic kingdom. Any deviation from this will be expelled forcefully and at once, with no fanfare.

That's a lyrical way of saying if don't eat something first I'll puke it immediately.