Wednesday, June 24, 2009

What a long, strange trip its been


Bonne Chance is doing well, although progress is still slow. Here he is enjoying a nap and looking very handsome. If I warm a piece of raw chicken, he will let me pet him for about a half hour, purring the whole time.

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It seems many of those side effects I was having, were related to a slight overdose. Just because the old med wasnt working anymore, doesnt mean it wasnt still active in my system. So it would have been better to wean off of it, instead of cold turkey. Which I knew, but willingly ignored.

But then they started me on the new med at twice the recomended starting dose. It could have been a lot worse, so Ive been lucky. Things seem to be stabilizing in that department now.

As for the desired effect? I still cant say, but so far Im flat. That kinda makes everything harder, not really caring one way or another about anything. In its way its good to no longer wish to be hit by a bus in between bouts of homicidal rage. But I still wonder why there isnt some better treatment for depression, in this age of scientific marvels every minute.

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"Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
what a long strange trip it's been."

~ Truckin', Grateful Dead

5 comments:

Ribbon said...

Hi...

a big hug for you :-)

i wish for depression to be just a memory for you and not a lifestyle.

all the best wishes
Ribbon

Mariana Soffer said...

Depression never leaves
Always clinging to your last drops of good spirit
Your last bits of happiness
Turning your own world against you
Tearing your life from your grip
Just when you think you have it beat
It beats you

Melanie said...

I had to delete my comment because it was so reactionary to the last comment and I believe everyone is entitled to opinions and freedom of speech. So I will shush:) yes, this is me shushing.......shhhhhhhhhhing lol god its hard to shush.

BetteJo said...

I'll say! Sheesh! Nice encouraging comment. ANYWAY.

My depression was always low level but chronic. Which means I was flat or down, forever. People ask what I use on my skin because I don't have lines around my eyes or my mouth . . . well - try rarely making expressions with your face for years and years.
You KNOW it gets better, but hunting for the right thing to help is a bitch. Hoping hoping this one is it.

kj said...

tsup! mwah! smooch!

hang in my good friend...