It’s amazing to me how much I’m impacted by my medications. Two months ago one of my doctors decided it would be best to take me of one prescription and onto another one, due to one unwanted side effect from the prescription I’d been taking. So for the last two months I’ve gotten down to a very low dosage of the original one, and at a therapeutic dosage of the other.
I got a text yesterday from my favourite GypsyGrrl, asking if I was okay, and saying it seems like we’ve hardly talked at all. It kind of jolted me awake, and I started looking back at the past two months. Let’s see–not blogging, check. not going to movies, check. not getting out of the house much, if at all. check. spending much less under control than what had become usual for me, check. not wanting to talk to people or be with people, check. Yeah. Needless to say, on Monday I’m going to give that doctor a call and request to be put back on the other medication. I think the one unwanted side effect of that one is canceled out by all the depression I’m experiencing with this med.
So maybe I can get the old Faithie back?
