MollyB

Ok. Gotta jump in here, although I don't like to advise people medically. It's just that I do have a lot of experience with antidepressants and withdrawal that may prove useful. For years (oh, about 20) my doctors prescribed painkillers, antidepressants (to cope with pain-related depression) and sleep aids (to cope with insomnia brought on by the anxiety of pain-related depression) every time I expressed concern about my inability to sleep and stay on task and generally feel halfway happy. [do you see a pattern here?] About three years ago my age (67) caught up with this pharmaceutical overload and caused my body to go into panic/anxiety attacks that literally left me on the floor, unable to move. I was "diagnosed" with PTSD, overactive adrenal glands, and just about anything that meant they could give me more medication. [See above: Pattern.] Then my doctors prescribed antihistamines (this resulted in shingles) and Clomazapam (to stop the shingles) and more antidepressants until I considered suicide contemplation as a necessary part of my day. I lucked out finding a really great psychologist* (family therapist) who directed me to a psychiatric group to evaluate my condition and meds. The group doctor diagnosed my condition as overuse of drugs and recommended stopping all of them, including wine (which was my own prescription). It's been two years and I feel like a great person (again) and I don't take/drink anything except gabapentin, which I am now slowly discontinuing. It's not as hard to withdrawn from but it takes time. So here's the part that may help you-but talk to your doctor about this. (and really? you are supposed to wean yourself and not revisit the doctor for 6 months!!? your withdrawal should be monitored like weekly-just sayin) My psychiatrist put me on the gabapentin to help the withdrawal process and recommended slowly stepping down the doses of shitmeds. Gabapentin really helps, but the first two weeks are the worst. Fighting the urges was a real challenge-especially the wine. My shrink also had me keep a journal to see what doses helped, how may attacks I had a day, what my diet was like and what activities I did (to find the triggers that set off the adrenal rushes). I also did a lot of reading and research on the gut/brain connection and cortisol. Antidepressants affect your brain directly and fuck up the natural enzyme process of your body. They are not meant for continued use, especially in us old folks to whom they given like Halloween candy!! Finding a more natural working in the gut regimen is safer and better. Right now I am trying out Rhodiola and find it helps with my type of anxiety. Mileage may vary, which is why I don't advise. Just sharing info here and you can look it up yourself. I hope this helps and gives you some comfort that you will get through this and come out on the other side much happier and strong. The fact that you are aware that you need to act and willing to try is the best indication you will succeed. *and I still see her weekly and she is the best friend ever!

And it will all be thanks to Pricktor and his wheelchair of virility. Since he had planted bodycams in Drinki's spanx and tracking devices in her hair he knows the whole story. (He also had backup cams that JT missed at Vic's so he saw the murder, too!) He dug up JT all by him lonesome and hauled him out on the WCofV-remember the weight lifting sessions in the barn-and has him neatly on ice in the wine cellar, pending whatever future use/blackmail he may have for the rotting corpse. And he does it all for Fambly. Aawwwww. Also: moment of projectile vomiting. Really, Mal, we're gonna have a romcom moment with Shick for funsies? Did Nick carry that box in front of his bananainthepants? Would Sharon really be contemplating a romp with him when she has a murder charge hanging over her head? Fuck you.

Because then he would have to acknowledge his own behavior of non-support of Jack (and screwing his brother's wife, fucking up business, openly flaunting his relationship with Phylthy, etc. ad nauseum.)

I think we all agree on this and I believe that everyone has experienced, thru some family connection, the heartbreak and frustration of this terrible disease. (My mother-in-law was a victim of it and thought my two boys were her sons. She did have those horrible moments when she was aware and knew something was wrong but couldn't do anything about it but be anxious and angry.) What a slow, miserable death sentence. Shame on the writers for treating it as comedy. I understand that tv/movies limit our fully embracing the situations/events/stories we are viewing because we can not smell the environment of them, but, daammmn. We have the ability to think out what being buried in a shallow grave in a public park might bring to the nostrils. By now, JT must be stinking up a storm and I also think the local fauna will be checking out the notavegetablegarden for some midnight snacking. Don't they have birds or voles or coyotes in GC? Even a large concentration of blow flies over the plot would be a dead giveaway. /pun intended The Fab Four are not going to wind up in prison or jail or anything else. There will be no body left to identify. Sharon will wind up back in the nut farm because she will be found digging in the park late at night.

LOL!! Love it.

reason number billion that I don't like cricket. Her inimitable sense of righteousness when she is totally fucking wrong. She's up there with Prick and his reasoning ("for the fambly...") when she accuses, to the brink of indictment/incarceration, an innocent person. After all, she did it in the name of justice for all (others). Then she lays the blame on her victim!! Way to go, Nancy Droop. And just a bit more rant: stealing a drive is a lot less of an offense than attempted murder. He shouldn't have been incarcerated and handcuffed to the point of injury for that. Where's his fucking lawyer and bail? Oh, right.....Michael.

I so dislike The Bug. She's is a realllly crappy lawyer. She gets so emotional with her investigations that she doesn't think them out and look at the defense attorney's side. ( BTW, does Jack have a lawyer? He should have been out on bail along time ago.) She also doesn't see any new evidence that pops up, such as two people leaving Prick's room after his plug was pulled. I hope Jack sues the hell out of GC when they find out he had nothing to do with it. But in Maldavia, Jack will probably have to pay the expenses of his incarceration since he was not guilty.

I'm hoping that Dina keeps googling until she pulls up a picture of John and squeals "that's him!"

Is Faith back in the enchanted cottage? and are they really going to subject her to another 'mommy and daddy love each other and you can be the flower girl and we will all live happily together' again? because it worked so well the last time. assholes.

actually it's helium. she gave up the botox. =snicker=

off the chain? as in vicious animal?

they would give him to Hillary. which is even more disgusting.

Sounds like a take and bake pizza (and would be a better choice).

My personal favorite would be Traci demanding Colleen's heart back from the Cryptkeeper and having it replanted in JT.

She can't hang on to something that doesn't exist for her anymore. Alzheimer's brain is like an onion that is slowly being peeled layer by layer. Each layer is the memories and the more recent memories are the outer layers. As the memories fall away, the person is living in the only world they now know so trying to 'help' them remember something that just is not there results in fear/panic for the victim and frustration/anger for the loved ones. This topic is for a LifeTime Movie. Shouldn't be on a soap opera, especially when it is written by insensitive aholes. The same people aholes that brought us this: Wow. Where's a Parent Of The Year award when you need it? Two people who are probably inebriated by legal standards and just fucked in an elevator are going to take care of kids? How very responsible of them to hire a car and bring the booze. What the fuck is wrong with you, Mal?? The only thing you are fit to write is an infomercial for penis enlargement. Isn't this one of the 7 signs of an abusive relationship?

I think it is safe to say that a majority of people have a 'deeply personal' experience with Alzheimer's/dementia*. We live longer and these are age related diseases (exception: early-onset Alzheimer's). There are many ways to deal with it and MY has not researched it enough to pick a course and stay with it. He just throws a new approach to care and "typical" behaviours (burning bars, kidnapping, stabbing!) that he thinks creates drama. Shame on him for making Alzheimer's a gimmick to play off his equally disgusting treatment of relationships via Philly, Scabby, Messa, etc., the list goes on and on. You don't need me to tell you that whatever the court determined (I'm assuming they awarded 'custody' to Jack and Co.) does not mean they get to do whatever they want with Ma. The best interest of the person comes first and the custodian is obligated to consult with professionals re her care. Or be removed as custodians. If MY is so deeeeeply and personally involved with anyone with Alzheimer's then he would have handled this a lot better. It is a story he never should have told. Fuck Mal Young and his lazy, inept writers. (Because it cannot be said enough.) * [For me it was my mother-in-law. My husband and brother-in-law refused to accept that any thing was wrong with Mom, but my sister-in-law had a degree in Sociology and focused on elder-care, so Mom was well cared for once we convinced our spouses to recognize it for what it was.]

I attribute this to MY's gross predilections/fantasies. Steps usually lead to rooms where more comfortable accommodations can be found. No one is so horny that they can't walk a few steps further.

I have no argument with this. It means Turd is Dead! But my point was what she gets after he bites the dust doesn't mean she can take it before.

What she is entitled to after his death is not necessarily what she is entitled to when he's alive. Community property is how marital assets are divided for divorce. In the event of divorce, all property is not subject to community property, only the marital assets. During the marriage, one can have separate bank accounts/investments and titles of property in one's own name. A Will would determine who gets these, or a judge if there is no will. If Turd's name is the only name on the account, she would not be able to access it legally. And we know this because she had to conspire with/hire Kevin to remove the funds. If she could just walk into the bank and transfer money out, why did she need Kev? (and Mal, don't tell me she was too stupid to set up an offshore and that's why she needed Kevin.)

gift or curse, you decide.

I don't know if this is a race horse he bought or a riding horse. Either way, the story makes no sense because, as usual, it seems as if no groundwork has been laid and so I have lots of questions in my brainpan. A. If Phyl wanted a horsie for christmas, shouldn't she be fucking Grampire? Where would she possibly keep a horse? Rent a stall at the Raunch? Pretty sure the Abbot mansion has no stables. Does the Chancellor estate have stables, cause it's the first I've heard of them? [if they do, does Esther muck them in her maid's uniform?] Does Phyl even know how to ride? When did it become so important to ride with her soulmate? How do you ride with six inch heels, boobflashing dresses and hangover glasses? The only part of a riding costume she has is the whip. Phyliss' Own Little Horsie makes no sense. B. So I have to go with Billy buying a race horse. Kinda like the child they will never have together. Are there no laws that prevent gamblers from owning racehorses (just as felons are not allowed to own firearms)? Where did Billy get the money to buy a racehorse? Did Ashley advance his salary, cause I don't think he's been back at Jabot long enough to get his first paycheck? Did he purchase this on Amazon? Seriously, if they want to show how close/inlove/soulmated-up these two ridiculous people are, then why not stick to the history of at least one of the characters and have he'snotreallybilly buy her a nice Harley and they can vroom-vroom off into the sunset together? Matching Bikes. Much better choice and easier on the backside.

Quoted again because it can not be said enough. And I think the intern may have missed it the first time around. Please-lose this couple. They have absolutely nothing to do with the Show.

Isn't it about time for a plane crash?

Well, I'm seeing an anvil in Yanni being approached to be an on-air reporter soooo....maybe he comes on board with Hil and turns the Buzz into a real and serious news show. Oh, the humanity......

the she-got-a-gun story would have worked if the writers/producer had taken the time to set it up with Tessa, knowing from other on camera conversations that Nikki has guns in the safe, spying on Nikki as she opens the safe and learning the combination. Or finding the combination taped on the bottom of a desk drawer. Anything! But I guess there wasn't any script time for that what with the SexayHangover storyline. And then she went and opened it out of curiosity. /bannana OK. I'm only half mad. It's still a dumb set up.