Monday, January 23, 2006
NEVER DON'T LISTEN TO ALICE. My doc's idea of "gradual weaning" off of Effexor starts with halving the dose, from 150 mg. to 75 mg. For those of you who are thinking to yourselves, "Why, cutting something abruptly in half does not sound 'gradual' at all," you would be CORRECT. I knew better. I read the Crazymeds bulletin boards. I read Finslippy. I KNEW BETTER. So this is my fourth day on 75 mg., and Oh, Dear Merciful Heavens And All The Little Bunnies, The Misery. And Alice--dear Alice: My legs, especially the left, HURT SO MUCH. I am dizzy, spazzy, irritable to the nth degree, and there seems to be some sort of gray scratchy lint inside the front of my head, just to the sides. I can almost see it with my peripheral vision, but when I try to look straight at it, it runs away.
So anyway, I called the doc's office, frightened them a bit, and they are going to let me have the starter pack that contains the 37.5 mg. capsules, which I will add to the 75's for a while. Wish me luck. I might have had more foresight had I seen that foreign packaging before starting the stuff.
Oh, and while you're here, there are only two days left to visit Mrs. Aginoth from the sidebar over there...she has 75 unique click-throughs from us so far; what say we go for 100 before her week is up? That means if you have not clicked her pretty pink thumbnail yet, do it now and give her a visit. Thank you!
I'm back to the arduous task of trying to keep my head on the top of my neck now...see you all later. If you don't see me, look under my desk. Please.