Courtney the Scientist

 So I have a theory.

I used to take Citalopram for my depression. I used to get EATEN ALIVE by mosquitos. Literally. Calvin was on it too, and he got eaten alive too, same with another person we know, on citalopram, all 3 of us got eaten alive. Well, I switched to Zoloft, and I don’t get bit anymore. The other 2 people still get eaten alive. I really think the mosquitos like something in the citalopram. 

It’s possible that’s completely untrue. 

But what are the chances I stop citalopram and suddenly, mosquitos don’t like me anymore?

Anywho, just some food for thought.

Until you read again. 

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