Well... took the first Zoloft pill this morning and zero Paxil.
Didn't start feeling lousy till the afternoon. Then after about two hours of feeling worse and worse, I decided to take matters into my own hands by self-prescribing some Paxil to help myself through this transition. I took half of a pill and within the hour I was feeling better, not great, but better.
So my plan is to do the same tomorrow and maybe the next day, just to help myself over the hump. I think this is going to work. Especially since the Zoloft dose is actually lower than the dose of Paxil I've been taking.
Tomorrow might be a bit rough. I found myself ready to kick my brother-in-law out of the house today as he was making me crazy. Keeps watching Entourage on On Demand, a show I really don't like and REALLY don't want Dylan exposed to. Every other word is Fuck and while I'm not a prude and I curse too, I'm trying to keep Dylan's world, especially his learning English world, as clean as possible. I'd really not be too happy if his first word was cock-sucker or something like that.
Michael's been in the kitchen for hours making four traditional Italian lasagnas with bechemel sauce and all. It's a divine recipe but takes hours what with all the chopping and sauteeing etc.
Good thing is that tomorrow all we have to do is throw the salads together, get the floors swiffered and pick up the cake. I'm also going to be making carrot muffins for the kids since some may like those a LOT better than cake and they are healthier too.
What were we thinking inviting 30 people?
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