What Are You Thinking? Continued 4

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I finally found the chicken noodle soup that someone kept recommending to me. I’ll get around to trying it sometime this week. Right now I’m baking a potato.
 
After those comments it's best that you do and you'll be better off for it. I'm sorry you are being subjected to this after such a traumatic experience. 🤗



This..least I think this. 🤔

I know this is random but...

I just started Lexapro, and I can’t feel my dick.

So, whenever I start working again, I’m going to create new auxiliary labels for all SSRIs/SNRIs that read “Won’t Be Able to Feel Dick.”

The public should really know about this...
 
I know this is random but...

I just started Lexapro, and I can’t feel my dick.

So, whenever I start working again, I’m going to create new auxiliary labels for all SSRIs/SNRIs that read “Won’t Be Able to Feel Dick.”

The public should really know about this...

I tried that briefly and it had the same effect on me. It was disconcerting. You need to talk to your doctor and try something else.
 
I tried that briefly and it had the same effect on me. It was disconcerting. You need to talk to your doctor and try something else.

Man, I already knew it was going to happen. It has always happened since I was 18.

When I was 18, I told my doctor that I was having problems feeling my dick. He didn’t know what it could be. And at the time, I didn’t know anything about drugs. Nothing at all. So, I didn’t associate the numbness with the SSRI.

So, after enough visits, my doctor sends me to a urologist. And after explaining it, he didn’t know either. So, he shoves his fingers in my ass... and then he shoved a camera up my dick hole into my bladder. Nothing.

He was like, “I think your problems are due to your anxiety.”

And then he gave me a bunch of Xanax, which was the least he could do given that he just deflowered my penis.

Anyway, fuck SSRIs/SNRIs. They all suck.
 
Hmmmmm

I really could care less how you feel towards me--I am just the guy who supported sassy and the fact she had a guy friend.

Lost--we have all lost loved ones--I had to watch her deal with loosing both her parents, hold her together and deal with my own dads passing and at the same time and didn't treat those around us like shit. Death happens--deal with it and move on because quitting your job, crawling into a hole and ignoring everything does nothing but get you where you are today.

As for being selfish--go look in the mirror and next time you need to get something out--talk to that person before belittling them in public--but oh wait that is how you treat people with your all mighty keyboard.

Like I have said--she would have bent over backwards to help you and yet you do what you do best---treat folks like shit..


Oh and---don't try calling here again like you did today because she is not going to talk to you after you did what you have....

Take care and good luck.

Anyone else think this guy is a fucking moron? Should we post a poll?

Someone losing their parents being compared to someone facing a murder/suicide of their parents are two different things.

“Deal with it and move on”- that’s some cracker jack advice there, buddy.

I’m not known for being the most sensitive guy here, but you, sir, are a dickhole.
 
Man, I already knew it was going to happen. It has always happened since I was 18.

When I was 18, I told my doctor that I was having problems feeling my dick. He didn’t know what it could be. And at the time, I didn’t know anything about drugs. Nothing at all. So, I didn’t associate the numbness with the SSRI.

So, after enough visits, my doctor sends me to a urologist. And after explaining it, he didn’t know either. So, he shoves his fingers in my ass... and then he shoved a camera up my dick hole into my bladder. Nothing.

He was like, “I think your problems are due to your anxiety.”

And then he gave me a bunch of Xanax, which was the least he could do given that he just deflowered my penis.

Anyway, fuck SSRIs/SNRIs. They all suck.

When I was suffering from depression, none of the antidepressants really worked (though Wellbutrin was the best). I finally decided, Well, fuck, I have to save my own life. There's more to it than this, but mainly I started forcing myself out of bed to be around more people. And walking, sometimes fifteen miles a day, until my body hurt more than my mind. To me it is a valid choice to choose to live or choose to die. But don't get stuck in the middle and choose nothing.
 
Anyone else think this guy is a fucking moron? Should we post a poll?

Someone losing their parents being compared to someone facing a murder/suicide of their parents are two different things.

“Deal with it and move on”- that’s some cracker jack advice there, buddy.

I’m not known for being the most sensitive guy here, but you, sir, are a dickhole.
I think that it is unfortunate that this whole issue came out in public when it is obviously something very personal between people that have known each other for a long time and had been close off line friends as well.

It is also unfortunate that everyone else on the thread decided to jump in and take sides, keeping this personal issue public.

Maybe we should all let this rest and maybe these folks can sort things in real life offline.
 
Anyone else think this guy is a fucking moron? Should we post a poll?

Someone losing their parents being compared to someone facing a murder/suicide of their parents are two different things.

“Deal with it and move on”- that’s some cracker jack advice there, buddy.

I’m not known for being the most sensitive guy here, but you, sir, are a dickhole.

Losing your parents = Deal with it and move on

Your friend hasn't talked to you in 5 months = Put their name on blast in the PG and whine about it, acting like you're the ultimate victim
 
When I was suffering from depression, none of the antidepressants really worked (though Wellbutrin was the best). I finally decided, Well, fuck, I have to save my own life. There's more to it than this, but mainly I started forcing myself out of bed to be around more people. And walking, sometimes fifteen miles a day, until my body hurt more than my mind. To me it is a valid choice to choose to live or choose to die. But don't get stuck in the middle and choose nothing.

Yeah same, none of the antidepressants really work for me either.

Besides, I rather be depressed and able to feel my dick than vice versa. I'm probably going to stop taking it and set up another appointment this week. I need to at least talk to psych about it.
 
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