things that happen when you go off your meds

our vacation was terrible. awful, even. let's just say one cranky husband + his mother does not make for a fabulous, relaxing trip.

since we've been back, i've been cranking out work to meet two deadlines for NEW clients. fingers crossed that they will turn into regulars, as i have been writing about animals (greta in particluar) and LOVE LOVE LOVE it.

but the past two days have been bad. like, i need my anti-depressants back back--hives be damned.

first of all, i had another six-month oncology appt. in which i learned what i already knew. i have been gaining weight. 20 pounds in two years, to be exact. i can blame menopause and anti-depressants only so much for that, the rest has to do with injuries, laziness and i-feel-bad-about-myself eating.

then, when discussing my appt. with my husband and mentioning my weight gain, he asked how much i weigh.

i try not to lie to him, being that he's my best friend and lover, blah, blah, blah, so i told him.

his reaction--"wow!" followed by my face falling while he tried to hide a smile. it was so bad i started to cry, although admittedly these days i can cry at the drop of a hat.

and today was the capper.

a few weeks ago he broke part of my office chair (one of the arms). he "fixed' it with glue, and it was holding ok.

today he broke it completely. like, exploding chair, back of the chair dangling off broke it. then he announced that "we" need to call the company that makes the chair and "we" need to get a replacement part.

frankly, i'd rather buy a new one, but "we" can't afford to right now.

but that's beside the point, because HE broke my chair, and he should be the one to fix it, replace a part, call a company, whatever.

right?