Sunday, January 28, 2007
Can you believe this?
I woke up this morning in a pretty good mood. My one-year-old had climbed over her baby gate to come wake me up and ask for breakfast. I made her some oatmeal and me a cup of coffee, which I drank while checking my email. I then took my
welbutrin and my husband came in and asked for a
Klonopin. I said no, these are for my anxiety.
"But I want to feel good, too."
WHAT!? Doesn't he understand that I take these for anxiety not to get high? These pills keep me from having panic attacks and relax me enough to where I'm not stressed out all day. And he wants to take one to get high?
I stood my ground and told him no, every pill that he takes is one less that I have and I actually need them. He got all pissed, said, "Okay, I'm going to remember that next time you ask me for something", and when into the bedroom and shut the door. I went to the bathroom to have a cigarette, and he comes in and snatches the pack, like he was getting back at me. I already had a lit cigarette in my hand, plus I have more money than him and I'm getting another check from my job on Friday.
I can buy my own damn cigarettes. Screw him.
So, on a nicer note, I'm in an online weight-loss support group. It seems pretty nice. And I still haven't gotten a scale, so I don't know what I'm going to do about my weekly weigh-in tomorrow. I guess I'll ask my mom if she can get me one on her way from church (she passes my apartment on her way home) and I'll reimburse her.
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