I ran out of Prozac on probably the worst day ever:
On a holiday weekend (pharmacies and doctors are closed)
Going to spend time at the family cottage
The day before a certain guest, familiar to most women aged 15-45, made an appearance.
The kids, of course, are acting up- it is a 'hangover' day. It is hot. I am more irritable than normal owing to the lack of antidepressants and PMS pain.
I am hoping we all live to tell the tale about the time mama grew horns and her head spun around.
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