On not beating around the bush.
I’m doing badly. Like, not crying for 51% of the day is a massive victory. Hopefully it’s part of this major med change and things will turn around sooner rather than later, before I have to figure out a way to commit suicide with bacon (I mean, a quick one. I already know how to commit drawn-out bacon suicide.).
I’m going to keep up the liveblogging because it makes me feel better to chronicle the doings of those crazier than I, but for the rest of the time I’m trying to line up some guest posters to keep you entertained for the next week or two so you don’t have to read about the number of nights we order in or I eat toast for dinner. Sit tight.
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Michelle–
It’s Laura (of the highly inappropriately named Labrador, Anubis, fame). Sorry to hear you are doing so poorly and wish I could do more to help. I RT’d your RFP Tweet and will think good thoughts for you on getting some brilliant, witty, cookingly-talented fan to help you and for general improvement with your health.
All I can do right now is send some sunny thoughts (hard to do from Wisconsin) your way.
I wish I could help with the guest posting but I can’t even keep my own blog up and running (sigh). Take a break and take care of yourself.
In all seriousness, I love your honesty.
Hang in there – this too shall pass.
I read your blog always, but only comment sometimes. I adore your brain, and hope that it settles down soon.
Props to you for being so self-aware, having a sense of humor about it, and being a bitchin’ cook. In the meantime, we’ll miss ya.
For what it’s worth, Michelle, I’m thinking good thoughts for you. Hope things get better soon! I think I speak for lots of us when I say your site is a blast to read and makes me want to cook more. It also makes me laugh like a motherf*@&er. We’ll be here when you’re up to posting again.
Hang in there, even if you have to pile a couple of dogs on you to hold it together. We’ll be waiting for you when you get back.
michelle, feel better soon. i wish i could say something or do something to help you feel better.
We’ll be here with bells on, unless, you know, that might give you a headache.
A host of karmic bearhugs your way! I’m serious, a host. We’re talking Biblical plague-level here.
Hope you’re feeling better soon – been thinking about you!
I think “I adore your brain” by Kristie up there might be the best compliment I have ever seen.
Good luck . . .
We got your back. We’ll keep each other entertained, albeit not as well as you do, until you get better. Hang tough. We love ya.
No worries, we’ll be waiting for your return. Just snuggle up with those beautiful dogs of yours, and when you’re ready to come back, we’ll be here. It’s not like you could be replaced. What would we do without you?
Take care of yourself and take the time that you need. We’ll be waiting when you return.
take care of you first,
Thanks for sharing that with us and I know it will get better for you soon.
I hope you feel better soon. You and that great husband of yours are in my thoughts. Take care of yourself.
Go curl up on the couch with your puppies. Feel free to cry and scream and throw things. We’ll still be here when you feel like another awesome sarcasm filled cooking adventure.
Perhaps you should consider letting some of your local, devoted readers make dinner for you while you’re going through a bad patch. Double blogs!
DONKEY! Oh, well maybe that didn’t make you feel better.
Hey, whatever–SHOW US YOUR TOAST!
Just kidding.
Seriously, like everyone else is saying–take care of yourself. I’ve had major depressive episodes and I know how much they suck. Please don’t worry about us. We’re here for you, and just want to be well and happy.
Big hugs. I know what it’s like. Take care of you…it’s so very important!
Along with everyone else, I love reading what your brain has to say, tear-soaked or not, but you’ve got to take care of your own self. We will still be here when you get to feeling yourself again.
I agree with those who suggest cuddling your dogs, unless they smell like mine, in which case I suggest looking at them lovingly and then sending them to the groomer pre-cuddling.
If you DID post that you had toast for dinner…I’d feel so totally connected to you…since toast is one of the things I do really well. Actually, now that I think about it, I almost always burn it beyond the point where you can eat it. So maybe I actually NEED a post on toast. Post on toast…that rhymes…
Feel better. *hugs*
take care of yourself, darlin’. spring has sprung, despite evidence to the contrary, and you’ll be back, too. we’ll be here when you’re ready.
Oh behalf of Khemasanine (my wee sister) and myself I tell you we are willing you better. Take a break and get yourself some relaxation. We’ll just hang out and be ready whenever you are.
Sorry to hear that you’re going through a bad patch. I share in all the good thoughts above re: your dogs, your brain, and toast. Take care and we’ll read you soon!
Hang in there. I enjoy your writing.
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Late to the party, but sending you some warm thoughts….believe me gurl, I BEEN THERE. The good thing about shitty times is they never stay that way. The only constant in this life is CHANGE, thank fucking god!
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Hi Michelle —Check out Superbrain Yoga. It might help. I just saw an example on YouTube and it looks easy and effective. Hang in there!!!