So last week we decreased the Zoloft cuz I was doing things like staying up til 4:30 am and cleaning like a maniac. Cleaning, by itself, isn't bad, but there's a point where it becomes unhealthy. And other stuff, like I could feel my skin--ugh.
Then, my hormones came for a visit and I turned all dark and stormy MIXED with the "let's dust all surfaces!" (Yes, it's called "mixed state.")
Then I had mornings like today, where I willfully got back under the covers and read my book with the Today show on in the background and finally coerced myself to go to work.
So now we're increasing the Tegretol, tomorrow. So hopefully the self-loathing and guilt and crying and stuff will calm down.
I'll keep yins posted--but I bet you figured that by now.
On the good side, I got to see Eileen tonight--she is one of my favorite peeps. Yes, the Open Door folk were over at the Stiver-Stevens-Bells discussing "Reconciliation." And we might get to play soccer!! (Yes, I played soccer, once upon a time.) (For a very short time.) (Far far away.)
G'nite. I'm gonna see if anyone's home at 304 Nut St.
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