Anxiety
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.