My experiment with going off anti-anxiety meds is officially over. I’ve been taking citalopram for 3 years and made the switch to a 1/2 dose about a month ago. But the whole nada thing? Nada happening.
While running errands today, it occurred to me that it’s probably a good idea to remain medicated while living here in Skankington. It can’t be said too often: This place is whack.
Also, I finally realized it was unrealistic to ask that my life NOT be filled with the following:
- Men who say stupid things
- Men who voted against the Paycheck Fairness Act
- The GMC Denali car-plane
- A town with a dealership’s worth of Land-Range Rovers
- Teens who walk sooooooooooooo slowwwwwwwwly and take all day to get across the crosswalk, while I’m trying to turn into the street on a limited-time-only green arrow
- Drivers who pull out too slowly
- Drivers who don’t pull toward the center yellow lines before making a left turn
- Motorcyclist who don’t wear helmets (organ donors!)
- Women who reach over and in front of me while I’m trying to get something off a shelf
- People who don’t trim their hedges to the point that the branches take up the entire sidewalk, thereby forcing me to step into the road and risk my — and my dog’s — life at the hands of the well-documented (and aforementioned) bad Rhode Island drivers
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! And this is just what I hit on a dog walk and a quick trip to Staples!
If there ever is a Next Time I Go Off My Meds, it’ll be when I’m living in my dream country — Costa Rica. Until then, 10mg of citalopram: Here. I. Come.