Went to see the vets last night after stopping off to see my own doctor. I needed to get my prescription for Lexapro extended and I needed to get two pills a day. The one pill a day dies out towards the evening. I need one for the evening to chill out. It is not a high....I guess for Generalized Anxiety Disorder sufferers it is. It is more like a vacation. A vacation from worrying.
I read every self help book and meditation exercise. None worked on a 24 hour a day basis. Yoga at 100 degrees celsius provided 5 hours of relief. Then you go right back to worrying about the whole world in a very intense way. To the point that you cannot focus on anything else.
This new prescription should be great. However, I don't know what it is going to do to Isadora and I's sex life. The only way she seems to have an orgasm is by masterbating in the corner of the bed at 3:00 am. It is pretty funny...because the whole bed starts shaking. She gets embarrassed when I tease her. So I just pretend to sleep through it.
Her mother should have been a nun and did not like to talk about sex at all. Her husband, Isadora's father, left her because she wouldn't put out. She had sex for procreation. She hung a giant picture of the Virgin Mary, looking down in a sad way, over Isadora's bed when she started getting her periods. On the other wall, she put a picture of Jesus hanging from a cross. We slept in her bedroom the night after our wedding, before we could take off for our honeymoon. I am agnostic but those pictures really go
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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