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June 24, 2005
Effexor
Did I mention that I’m depressed? Well, I AM. (I wrote about it here a few months ago.) My therapist sent me to a psychiatrist to investigate medication. I liked her. The interview was interesting and I felt that she really “got” what I was saying and knew what she was talking about. I coveted her Palm Pilot with the directory of drug interactions on it. There was a test to make sure I knew I who and where I was and I had to remember three words: tree, apple, ball. She put the paperwork on the floor and asked me to pick it up and fold it in half. If I were in her place, those folded papers would bother me every time I opened my chart. I didn’t tell her that. I passed! I did tell her that I will be very unhappy if the medication affects my ability to achieve and maintain an erection. I think she understood since I said it three times.
She prescribed Effexor and this is Day One. I HATE it so far. I feel as if I’ve been up all night and drank too much coffee. I’m tired and wired at the same time. And nauseated. Oh, and it’s really expensive but not as pricey as the Seroquel she prescribed for sleep. I haven’t bought that yet but I’ve used it before. (I’ve been using Xanax to sleep for years but it has started robbing me of sleep. Oh well.) Seroquel really knocks me out, which is great, but it gives me terrible Restless Leg Syndrome. It’s so bad that I have to get out of bed and walk around. It’s maddening. So, I end up having to take some Xanax anyway to stop the RLS. But that’s all part of the miracle of modern psycho-pharmacology.
I’m done complaining now.
Posted by HighStrungLoner in Health at 12:20 AM
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