I have been a bad blogger. And I'm not just talking about skipping my reviews of week two of 10 mg, and the entire week of 20 mg doses. I'm on to dose three of the final, therapeutic does of 40 mgs of Viibryd now, and it seems I actually got caught up in life again, rather than not having enough energy to do much more than breathe. If there is such a thing, this is the right way to neglect an inanimate thing; by living.
November 22, 2014
November 11, 2014
Day 6 of the sample pack. It’s a little before 6:00 PM, and I’m still twitchy. Not the bad, DTs kind of restless, but the I have more energy than I know what to do with sort. This is a good thing, even if I look like an ADD kid off her Ritalin from the outside looking in. I spent the entire day at work, where it was mostly slow thanks to the bank holiday, working and focused. Well, as focused as I can be when surrounded by amazing coworkers. (Seriously, I work with some hilarious and brilliant folks.)
November 9, 2014
It's Sunday, and it's been three days since I've started on my new medication. Yesterday we had an all day board/card game day. We got up and around rather early, had breakfast, picked up some snacks, and were set up right on time for an 11:00 AM start time. I was able to spend the entire day in the "on" position. There was a light in my eyes, conversation in my mouth, and an utter lack of fatigue in my mind. Just one week ago, I was on my couch, stuck, binging on Netflix and embracing the sloth life. Saturday bled into Sunday, and I was still going strong well after 1:00 AM.
November 8, 2014
It's nearly 4:00 AM, and I've been awake for two and a half hours. Having pumpkined out at a little after 9:00 last night, this means that so far, I've gotten about 4 hours of sleep. Here we go again. Middle insomnia, falling asleep shamefully early and waking in the wee hours, unable to fall back into unconsciousness. We're no stranger to one and other. I've seen so many infomercials over the years, I felt like Billy Mays and I were besties, and I should have sent Antony Sullivan Christmas cards.
November 7, 2014
I have had enough. It's become impossible to wait till April before I can look for the treatment for my flavor of crazy that I need. Maintaining on medications with generic equivalents because of the cost of non-generics has run its course. After a weekend where the mere thought of leaving the house made my stomach burble like Pele was waking up from a nap, I made a call to my primary care doctor. I asked to change my medication and I didn't care if it was a newer, more expensive option. I have rainy day money in the stock market. I'm finally ok with calling my mental health a worthy cause to use it.