more and now does not apply to having children

Sometimes instead of a shit sandwich, God gives me my period. This means I am not pregnant, and that I can save the constant mid-level panic of producing another human being for another 28 days or so (mommy loves you Clementine!). The bitch of the matter is that my back is now fucking killing me, and I am too scared to take any sort of painkiller due to my new meds (Wellbutrin. Skinny: here I come!) and their tendency to give you seizures when you take anything else with them, ie booze, smokes, other pills, etc. Boring! Apparently being bulimic and taking Wellbutrin also makes you have seizures, and my doctor asked me about 1,000 times if I have ever been bulimic before I snatched the prescription out of her grubby paw. I mean, do I look like a barfer to you? (don't answer that) Scarfing and barfing, like having threesomes, is better left, for me anyway, to the late nineties/early 2000's. I mean, we all went to college, didn't we?