Back from the edge

After a miserable reaction to my new prescription, I realize that my newly found Dr. Wonderful is indeed a Mr. Hyde. The new drug, one I don't really need as it was to cure my p.m.s.,was just another symptom of my bleeding. Fix the real problem, the secondary ones disappear eh? If I'm not bleeding all the time, no p.m.s. As much as I want to always trust the professionals, I must remember to always question everything. Anyway, after three entirely wasted days, I feeling back from the edge. Thank God for my self-sufficient kids. Thank God for it happening over the week end so hubby was home. Heidi is my favorite person for cleaning my house, because after this long not doing any matainace, I would undoubtedly crumble with despair with the mess to catch up on. Thank God for Spam, yes the nasty canned mystery meat, that I crave so much after not being to eat or drink for so long, because it is a sure sign I'm feeling better.