Tried this once before about a year and a half ago. I couldn't do the Topamax due to getting down to 112 pounds (took myself off before doc did)
Anyway, last night I was playing with a 12 gauge shotgun that my husband leaves in the closet for when he's out of town (yeah, he's out of town). Nothing happened--thank God. I bearly remember it--I guess I left hubbie a voice mail telling him that it was loaded. A couple of weeks ago, I remember being outside in the backyard w/ the dog--I couldn't take two steps without falling down. If I continue w/ all this fun, someone is going to find me naked, (why do drunk chicks want to take their clothes off?) and stone cold dead. Maybe that's best, eh? Not meaning to offend anyone but I wish I had an eating disorder and weighed 600 pounds rather than being a falling down worthless drunk. Why can't I be more like my mom and less like my father.
Good luck and God bless you all!
Svedka
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