As you all know, this last year has been extremely difficult for me (hence the absence of my posts). At the end of 2013, I could not do it on my own anymore and needed some assistance from a tiny little pill. DUN, DUN, DUN. Yes, Zoloft, the depression medication is what I am talking about. I know, none of us like to admit it to the world but sometimes we need that extra push to get us through a difficult day, a difficult trial or simply this difficult life. Now, I am a little green at this and did not realize how important it was to take my tiny little pill EVERY day. I was headed down to my parent’s house to help them pack for an upcoming move and realized I forgot my medication. After two days of not having it I felt fine and thought,well maybe I don't need it after all, UNTIL we were on our way back from Vegas and my toes got rolled up in the window. Yes, you read that right. My husband rolled my toes up in the window! Just let me tell you how it happened: We have a ghetto traveling car that has almost 200 thousand miles on it. The A/C also doesn't work that well on the car so when we just can’t stand it, we crack the windows. Now I am the type of person that always has their feet up on the dashboard. This time I decided to stick my little piglets out of the cracked window so I could feel the wind between my toes. After about ten minutes, my husband decided it was time to roll the windows up without telling me (obviously he forgot my toes were still hanging out in the wind...I think). Now since the window was only cracked, I didn't have a lot of time to react. Fear came over me that I couldn't get my toes out in time. In my mind I imagined the razor sharp window, like a knife, slicing through my sausages. (I am very imaginative as you can tell) Once my toes where caught and the pain began to surge through my veins, my first thought was that my husband’s idioticness now had my toes trapped and dangling out the window. The emotions that followed next are the reason that I now hear my depression meds calling my name every morning. At first, I was shocked. How could he have forgotten that my cute, precious, little piglets were still out in the wind!! Then as I started to scream at the pain of having my toes pinched in the window I became angry. As I angrily screamed at my husband, he gave me this look of being offended like "How could you yell at me?" At that, I become irate and flabbergasted all at the same time. My toes are pinched in the window and he wants to get offended that I am screaming at him?!?! When, he FINALLY realizes that I am in pain and releases my toes from the jaws of death. He then apologized and sincerely reassured me that he had completely forgotten that my toes were getting some fresh air and that he felt terrible. At which, I folded my arms and said "You should be."After quietly fuming and replaying the last 10 seconds in my head I burst out in hysterical laughter because my toes were literally just rolled up in the window... seriously, that’s just funny. As I looked over and saw that my husband was not laughing and didn't even crack the slightest smile, a terrible wave of guilt washed over me because I thought, it was possible, I had reacted a little harshly. MAYBE... just a tad. I began to sob uncontrollably. At that, I realized in a matter of two minutes I had been through every emotion possible and this could possibly be a side effect of coming off my depression meds. (Note to self: When it comes time to say goodbye to the pills I should probably wean myself off of them and not quite cold turkey... for the sake for my family) And the moral of the story is....... There is no moral, I am just grateful my little piglets weren't decapitated. Hope you enjoy your day!