About a month ago I went cold turkey off Effexor. It was not planned.  It sucked; but after the worst was over, the nausea, the crazy mood swings, etc., I told myself that I’d be better off it then on it, so I’ve remained Effexor free. Besides it hasn’t been that hard anymore. It’s not like Effexor is everywhere I go.

I was doing pretty good til I went to the grocery store with Evelyn.

I pushed my cart through the produce aisle and tried to get a thrill by loading my cart with tomatoes and green beans.

“Ooooooh that’s a good one.”

Since we’re hanging out by the green beans anyway, just what is the deal about the people who’ll stand in front of the green beans, cherries or whatever for 3 full minutes and pick each individual green bean one by one? No other shopper can even get near to grab some. Is it going to traumatize them if they get home and discover they have a bad bean or less than perfect cherry? Is it an issue of control? This is my space now! Don’t come near me! Did they not learn how to share in kindergarten? Or is it just that they have no life themselves or consideration that others are waiting?

Ah, but I digress…

Just when I think I’m going to make it out of store with my plan intact, my resolve was tested. Big time. They called to me. Just like the sirens who lured sailors onto the rocks in mythology. Lofthouse cookies.

“Come on, you know you want us” they whispered. I stood there looking at them with glassy eyed with drool stringing from my chin.

That bitch knows me was too well. “Step away from the cookies.” An invisible tear rolled down my cheek.

Then to put the cherry on my day, this email was waiting for me when I got home- Read more at bodaciousboomer.com