Dosage too high
Mar. 12th, 2007 10:40 amI ain't no doctor, but I think the dosage on my scrip is too high.
A little over two weeks ago, my doctor put me on meds to help out with my anxiety and increasingly worse obsessive-compulsive personality. He told me that it would take about two weeks before I noticed anything. This was concurred by the pharmacist. Well, here we are two weeks later. What have I noticed?
I am a now a useless, lethargic, head-in-the-clouds lump.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
acanthusleaf warned me about this. She said that as annoying as my O.C.D. personality can be, it is also the reason that I typically get so much done in a day. This entire weekend, I couldn't do a damned thing. Not a thing! This weekend HAD been slated for home improvement. My husbear was incredibly productive - stripping wood, installing lighting, building framework for the backyard fountain, etc., etc. As for me? Pffft! I raked some leaves, and then had to nap. At one point, we found ourselves heading to Home Depot. I couldn't remember where the store was. When we got into the parking lot, I couldn't remember why we were there.
Today, I called in sick. Partially because I do feel icky, and partially because I just cannot go in to the office as such a space-cadet. I have a call out to my doctor now to see if I should take a day off from the pill and if I should lower the dosage (which is something he had discussed as a possibility in the beginning).
I would say that I hate this, but I don't even have enough energy to be hateful. At most, I'm apathetic about this.
A little over two weeks ago, my doctor put me on meds to help out with my anxiety and increasingly worse obsessive-compulsive personality. He told me that it would take about two weeks before I noticed anything. This was concurred by the pharmacist. Well, here we are two weeks later. What have I noticed?
I am a now a useless, lethargic, head-in-the-clouds lump.
acanthusleaf warned me about this. She said that as annoying as my O.C.D. personality can be, it is also the reason that I typically get so much done in a day. This entire weekend, I couldn't do a damned thing. Not a thing! This weekend HAD been slated for home improvement. My husbear was incredibly productive - stripping wood, installing lighting, building framework for the backyard fountain, etc., etc. As for me? Pffft! I raked some leaves, and then had to nap. At one point, we found ourselves heading to Home Depot. I couldn't remember where the store was. When we got into the parking lot, I couldn't remember why we were there. Today, I called in sick. Partially because I do feel icky, and partially because I just cannot go in to the office as such a space-cadet. I have a call out to my doctor now to see if I should take a day off from the pill and if I should lower the dosage (which is something he had discussed as a possibility in the beginning).
I would say that I hate this, but I don't even have enough energy to be hateful. At most, I'm apathetic about this.
