Girls are made of sugar and spice but the ones with tattoos are naughty and nice.

Okay, so I started changing my anxiety medication. I thought Klonopin wasn't doing a good enough job because I would get so upset when the area my galbladder is in would hurt. So my doctor gave me Xanex, which didn't even do a dent. I felt NOTHING at all unless I took like 6mg, which is bad, you shouldn't do that. So I got a step above Xanex called Risperadol.

 

One of the side effects that my doctor assured me would probably not happen was lactating. That's right, milk from the boobies. I laughed that one off because almost every medication I've been on has gone smoothely with the worst side effect being dry mouth.

 

All right, it'd been exactly a week since I started it, I liked it better than Xanex, but it made me more drowsy than Klonopin. So I woke up on the one week exact and my breasts were really sore. I thought it was from having my period. So I'm getting dressed after I showered and dried off. First the panties, then the jeans, then make up and hair, then bra... but something is different. My bra would not fit. So I check the straps and try to put it on again thinking I had the wrong hook. Nope, still doesn't fit. So I'm looking in the mirror and came to the conclusion that my period made my boobs swell, its happened before but not to that extent. I figured it was because of the stress of Christmas. So I'm rubbing my boobies because they are a little sore and seriously the wiedest thing happens...

 

I was facing the mirror, and my boob squirts milk. I am lactating to the max. And it's not clear fluid, it looks just like milk, it's even cold! So I tey just squeezing it all out into a paper towel. I thought it was done, but no, not done. I could feel the glands in the breast refilling over and over again, so I looked up on the internet how to stop lactating, and it said to wear a tight sports bra. So I did that, and of course on top of that it gave me a constant hot flash so I would take the dog out at night when it was 45 out.

 

Anyways, it's pretty much stopped to the point where I was comfortable going out, and on top of that my best friend Lindsy was very understanding, like always. So we would leave when I started to leak or get uncomfortable.