I was going to write the first part of a review from my trip last week on the Carnival Vista, complete with pictures (including a selfie from the black out that happened on Tuesday evening) and pithy insights and observations.
But then today, I woke up feeling like THIS:
I don’t know why exactly I feel this way, but I’ve been working on trying to NOT have a panic attack all freaking morning. I’m hoping my doctor’s office will call back soon because I need them to send in a 90 day script for my Zoloft, since my husband changes jobs in like..five days. And while his new insurance kicks in about a month after he starts, I’m still gonna need my frigging Zoloft because I’ll run out between the time I use up what I’ve got right NOW and when his insurance kicks in.
I tried to convince him to go with me to a Mexican pharmacy while we were in Costa Maya, but he was like, “Oh hell no. You have NO idea what the fuck you’re getting, if it’s the real thing and it might just KILL you.” because I thought maybe I could pick up a couple months worth there (since you don’t need a prescription) for cheaper than I could buy it at home anyway.
Did I also mention I am mildly pissed at the fact that even though I CAN get CBD here now (there is a store in the same shopping center as the local Hobby Lobby that just opened up) but because I guess legally it’s kind of in a gray area, I’m not allowed to have it due to the fact that I could get fired over it? Yeah. If I did a pee test and it came back positive (even though you can’t ever, at least as far as I understand it, get stoned off CBD oil), I’d be fired.
So hopefully within the next day or two, by this weekend at the very latest, I’ll have posted my review and some awesome photos, including one of me in an underground cave where we got to swim in a river of mineral-infused water. It was kind of awesome.