Back to the list of words.  I’ve been stuck on Anxiety.  You would think I would have a 5000 word essay on anxiety, but honestly, I’m so tired of it. I am tired of saying it. I’m tired of hearing it. I’m tired of having it.

I called the head doctor about it. “up the dosage.”  I don’t WANT to up the dosage, I want to OFF the dosage. You would think they would remember that.

I went to the other doctor. She said, “You’re 35. Things are changing.”  Why did that sound like a death sentence? I’ve always embraced my age.  Now all the sudden it’s the kiss of death for my emotional stability?
Gah.

I’ve got better things to write about. Like…like…*throwing hands up in the air* Maybe not. Maybe all the news I have for you today is that I got my coochie exam and my breasts fondled.

*Curtsy*

And that is all.