Laundry + Prescription Drugs = A Better Experience. I'll Bet.

I need Cymbalta to walk into my bedroom. The thought of having to do the three loads of laundry piled on the floor is sending me into a downward spiral.

Its not that laundry is hard. I used to have to get in the car and drive to the laundromat to sit in a damp, hot, dirty room of washer and dryers to do my laundry. There I'd sit, with a group of other unknown 20-somethings, reading a really bad paperback novel that I had no interest in while I sat in an orange plastic chair and waited for the spin cycle to finish or for an available dryer - all while praying that the place wouldn't get robbed while I was there. That was pretty bad.

Moving up, I thought I would never stop being grateful for an apartment building with washer/dryer units in the basement. But correct change was an issue. And then there was waiting for the neighbors to finish theirs. True Story: I was living with my first husband Barry in a small complex in Studio City where we were one of 20 units that shared 2 washers and two dryers in the basement. You had to have some kind of magical timing to get your laundry done. It seemed like every time Barry or I would go down there, we would have just missed getting one of the machines and it was crazy making! So one night, I waited. Now my wash was done and the dryers had finished but both dryers were filled with other people's clothes. I waited for 15 minutes - no lie - and then I took the clothes out of one of the dryers and put them into the empty basket that had been sitting on top. In the midst of doing this, the owner of the clothes came down, threw me a look that scared the crap out of me, took my wet clothes out of the washing machine and threw them on the dirty, concrete floor! I was terrified. I actually apologized to her. She just brushed past me and left. I was too scared to respond. Thinking of it now, I could have killed her - I think it would have been justifiable homicide - but I should have at least stuffed her into the machine and turned it on high.

Now I have my own washer and dryer. They need no coins. I don't have to wait for anyone. Nor do I have to fear anyone. I don't mind the folding and putting away of clean clothes and towels and sheets. Like I said earlier, laundry is not hard. Its just never, ever done. And I am longing to feel finished with something. So I am thinking of putting an emergency call in to my doctor. I can say I need something to "face 'the mountains' in my life". She doesn't need to know that they are mountains of dirty clothes.

This woman is doing the laundry and smiling. She is lying.