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Off the Wagon

Of many things, becomes a brew. 

Of this brew, becomes a stream. 

I am off the TTC wagon. 

Stopped Metformin yesterday. 

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  1. Stacie25 March 2013 at 13:00

    Sending love to you. I imagine this was a hard decision to make. (((Hugs)))

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  2. Anonymous25 March 2013 at 13:17

    I'm sorry to hear this since I know you were looking forward to it. I hope it's only temporary.

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  3. lostintranslation25 March 2013 at 15:34

    Oohhh... what happened? (you don't have to answer that, but it was the first thing that came to my mind). Hope you're doing okay.

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  4. Jacksmom25 March 2013 at 18:06

    I'm sorry. Is this just a temporary step off the wagon?

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  5. areyoukiddingme25 March 2013 at 18:53

    If you're not ready, it's not the right time. Was there something in particular that led you there? Other than the evil of metformin, that is...

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  6. Lollipop Goldstein25 March 2013 at 19:42

    Sending a hug.

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  7. Lori Lavender Luz25 March 2013 at 21:58

    Sending. Hug as well...

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  8. Delenn25 March 2013 at 22:22

    So sorry hon. ((Hugs))

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  9. Michele25 March 2013 at 23:42

    Hugs, warm thoughts, and positive energy your way

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  10. Elana Kahn26 March 2013 at 03:56

    Hoping this is just temporary... *hug*

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  11. Mina26 March 2013 at 14:03

    I hope this is what you want, not something that you have to do. Doing things because one must, not wants, is very hard.
    Hugs.

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  12. battynurse26 March 2013 at 18:59

    Hugs to you.

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  13. Mad Hatter1 April 2013 at 01:19

    Thinking of you and sending you falling stars to wish upon whatever your heart wishes for.
    Love,
    Maddy

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