My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


I Ain't No Beetle, But I Wanna Hold Your Hand

I'm feeling a little vulnerable. I might even be clingy. I'm definitely without inspiration to write on my blog.

The meds I'm taking are making me feel very normal. Too normal. So normal that I'm just all blahblahwhocares.

The voices that would inspire me to write are gone for the most part. No more verbal jousting with Jim Morrison. I would do a link to the post were I explained my conversations with Jim, but damn that's a lot of effort.

The absence of creativity has been colored in with a couple new emotions that are most likely in the hue of red: Anger and Agitation.

Mimi Therapist-Pants has upped my dose and cut my dose trying to regulate me somewhere between whacked out and comatose to the point that I am really thinking of finding a new therapist who will just leave me the hell alone pretty much and let me be me minus the huge mood swings that caused me to lock myself in the bathroom and cry for hours for no particular reason (which is all I wanted fixed in the first place!).

So, here I sit contemplating the future of Milk-Induced Coma and The Milk Maid. I don't have a lot to write about even if I was in the state of mind to string words into semi-coherent sentences. I'm hating my header and bi-lines.

The Milk Maid fears she may have clabbored.


Montana's mom said...

Don't really know what to say to any of that. Glad you are out of the bathroom anyway!! Here's to getting everything worked out.

AJ's mommy said...

I have missed you :( I am hoping you find that balance soon.

Aunt Becky said...

I missed you too. It's hard to get a balance, I know.

ProfCJ said...

Meds suck. I was hoping that you had discovered a quasi-magical combo already (the delicate balancing act is a big reason why I am so very pissed that my GP cut me loose when I went back and told him the Pr*zac isn't working worth crap). It's little wonder that people go off their meds considering how awful they make you feel.

B said...

Love ya kiddo. I wish I could make everything better.

Amy, Ryan and Philip said...

missed you on here too! I'm not much better at writing these days. I compose the most wonderful posts when I'm not sitting at my computer. I'm sorry you aren't feeling like yourself. Sending lots of hugs your way!

Anonymous said...

I miss you!

RainbowMomma said...

I'm trying to catch up on bloags and yours is a favorite. How could i do without your sense of humor for so long.

So, hi to you.

Oh, and MY therapist has a couch!

Avent Isis said...

You have a great blog, keep posts like this coming!


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