June 22nd, 2009


Stupid, stupid me

As the subject line says: I'm stupid. I kept putting off refilling my prescriptions. I ran out of antidepressants. Not a good thing. I was without for three days and spent most of the weekend in the depths of despair until hubby brought me some of his and almost forced me to take them. Don't worry, we are on the same stuff. The cloud is lifting a little now. I have to pick up my drugs today.

Why do I insist on wallowing when I could just borrow hubby's when I run out? I mean, I give him mine when he runs out; but I just refuse to accept help. See? Stupid, stupid me.