Wherein lies my problem of late.
You see, one of my myriad of physicians thought it would be an excellent idea to prescribe Premarin for me, being as I was alternately shrieking like a banshee at him, removing copious amounts of clothing, or bawling my eyes out. Pick one...I could do all of them in less than thirty seconds flat. Or sometimes all at the same time. Or any combination of the above.
And it all seemed perfectly normal to me.
Except that I was a little on the nutzoid side of the fence, if you get my drift. And that tends to make doctors uncomfortable. So they give you drugs. Sometimes many, many drugs.
So I took the Premarin like a good little girl, and all the crazies went away. Only then I found out that the Premarin? It has been linked to cancer.
Premarin = GOOD
Cancer = BAD
So I chose to discontinue the Premarin.
Let me just say this about that:
Today I went to the local Wild Oats, and a very nice Holistic Health person guided me to natural supplements that should calm the beast within somewhat. I really was very impressed with her. She must deal with a lot of women like me.
Know what impressed me the most?
She could understand me through my muzzle.
I think I'll send her a nice Chianti.