Fine Whine

A couple of years ago, he started taking a prescription medication to help with “rage issues.” It worked really well – so well, in fact, that life’s minor (and major) irritations only lasted a few moments before miraculously vanishing. And that means that the need to vent on this blog basically went away.

The problem was that the medication also has a few “minor” side effects. (You know, the ones they slip by you during the barely understandable disclaimer that the soothing female voice races through on the commercials while you look at beautiful sunsets and adorable puppies.) For this med, the side effects include the possibility (likelihood?) of major weight gain, and a considerable impact on glucose levels.

So 35 pounds and a highly elevated glucose level later, it was time to stop the medication and return to rage city.

The Whiner is now back at his original weight (still weighing too much, but not grossly overweight), a little less worried about diabetes, and not spending his evenings thinking about what he’s going to have for his midnight meal.

And he is still mad about things 30 minutes after the fact, giving him enough time to sit down at the computer and share.