Sucks To Be You

My experience with seesawing meds has been so ridiculously complicated and so fraught with emotional landmines that even my normally non-plussed PDOC got frustrated on my behalf.

It was very nice, actually.

Dr. D: Why is it so hard for you?! Oh, I'm so frustrated that it is so hard for you...

Me: Dr. D! Are you going to fold on me now? Don't you dare! When I say that things are going badly, your answer should be 'Well, sucks to be you.' (This phrase has to be said in a very specific way, with a upwards lilt at the end.)

Dr. D: Um. Yeah...I'll work on that.

Me: Right. Like, you'll work on it now. Say it. Say it! Okay, you've just asked me how I'm doing. I tell you that it's been a bit rough, and you say...

Dr. D (hesitantly): Um, it sucks to be you?

Me (sighing): You know. We'll work on it. You'll get it eventually. Maybe we can just have you spend the day with my family....


HappyNotHappy...Shopping Therapy #2!

Who needs a psychiatrist? When you can put yourself through your own Behavior Therapy with...

Pop-Up Book of Phobias!


This is fast becoming one of my FAVORITE pop-up books EVER!

You can work on fear of spiders AND fear of dentists without EVER leaving your armchair. (Perfect for the Agoraphobic!)

Other pop-up titles include:

Pop-Up Book of Nightmares!
Pop-Up Book of Menopause

(P.S. Depressives don't get a pop-up book. After the initial design, the pop-ups wouldn't pop...they were too limp. And grumbled about "all of that light...can you turn the page, please?!" when a reader thumbed through the book.

Pop-up people, we're not. Ah well.)