Give Stinky Ass Dog a bath TOMORROW. Perhaps even Saturday when she can loll around in the sunshine (if there is any).
Not such a happy day today, and it might be because the Game Face was not on. I was too busy to put on the makeup. By the time I got to work, I was too busy. Then I had to go to the dentist to get a crown and a filling and by that time I decided to say Fuck It. That Happy Air mask would just waller my make up right off anyway.
By the time the anesthesia wore off, I was literally crying in pain. I had to go back to the dentist to let him look at it. He did some more drilling (Oh My Favorite) and gave me some Lortabs. I'm back in pain now, and starving to death because I have not eaten all day. Pork rinds would hurt too bad.
It is so nice to have the Daddylicious home on a Thursday night. I wonder if he is reading this? I wonder if he knows how kick ass it is that he did laundry and dishes? I aim to tell him, trust me. The girls are loving it, too.
Just a little bit put out with my doctor who prescribed me a half of a dose of Attivan for my PA's. I called her this morning (crying). She told me to take a few days off work (no fucking way that is going to happen I'm busy, people). PLUS work is my escape, what am I going to do sit in the recliner and cry? She refused to give me anything stronger. Mamalicious is taking it to the next level and I don't even know what that is yet. I'm just asking for a temporary fix, not a lifetime supply or anything. GEEZE.
Now I have to go do the work I didn't do today because I was hanging out at the dentist breathing the happy air. Couldn't they have offered to send that home with me?
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MSM, I have been dealing with anxiety and panic for years. I have found that the program that has worked wonders for me is the one you see on the infor-mercials. It's called Attacking Anxiety from the midwest center. I know it sounds corny but it works! If you want to chat about it email me personalized@comcast.net
I know how you feel...it totally sucks!!
OK, Holly...after some serious cyber-stalking, I have come to realize that you are my soul mate. Honestly...anxiety (can't live without my xanax), hooker boots, stinky dogs, dramamama diva daughters, looooooove nitrus at the dentist, ambien... It's kind of a little weird actually.
Looking forward to reading more about my...I mean,your life. ;)
*Amanda*
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