Bumble wants the day off, so no pictures of him. But he wanted you to see how good some rabbits have it:
I owe people emails, there are comments I really want to reply to, I’ve got a list of phone calls I’m supposed to make. None of this will be happening any time soon. I’ve descended to the level in mental illness where being able to “just do one thing” is a major victory. This post is that one thing.
The good news is that the withdrawal from Cymbalta is mostly over. I have little flare-ups, but the constant and severe symptoms are over. For anyone who’s read here, and who is currently going through it, trust me when I say that it will get better. I strongly recommend getting prescription medication for nausea and for cramping if you can. You’ll weather the symptoms much more effectively. Continue reading
The scene: I’m making blueberry banana muffins. Bumble loves blueberries, and worships bananas. I thought I’d peek at him from the kitchen and see if the mashing of the bananas caught his interest:
And a PS to people about my last post on the (never-ending) Cymbalta withdrawal: I really appreciate your thoughts, and how supportive you’re being. I turned off comments because I needed to vent, but didn’t want anyone to feel they had to respond. I’m sick to death of all of this, I’m sure you are too. 😉