The Effexor withdrawal? I feel like a junkie from one of those bad after-school specials. Remember the one where Helen Hunt jumped through a window because she took THE DRUGS and thought she could fly? I feel like Renton in "Trainspotting." Parents--have your children read Irvine Welsh. Take the drug-using curiosity right slap out of 'em early on. (Note: this is just a theory, and has not been put to an actual test. Reading Irvine Welsh may not have desired effect on your children. Bella hasn't even made it halfway through "The Undefeated" yet, so we really can't tell. And to REALLY scare the crap out of 'em, you should probably have them watch the film "Requiem for a Dream" when they're about 12. They won't wanna take so much as an aspirin for years after that.)
I can't move my head without spinning, and there are (imaginary) bugs crawling all over me. And even after checking forty-leven times, every time I feel it, I STILL LOOK. Because that time? That time really felt like actual bugs. When I'm discovered later crawling with termites, then you'll all be sorry. And I don't know why they'd be termites, but that's what they are. You'll see.
Whoops, went away there for a minute. Anyway, I gradually titrated down from 150mg to somewhere around 30-40mg over the course of the last several weeks, and with the last reduction, I've been miserable. So I kind of made what could be an ill-considered executive decision 2 days ago (didn't you wonder where I was yesterday?) to just QUIT. This is the dosage at which doctors have you quit anyway, and the drug isn't manufactured in a smaller dosage than 37.5mg. So, flying in the face of the finslippy Effexor Experience, I've done the gradual thing as long as I can, and I just want this to be over. I'm hoping for 2-3 days of extreme misery as opposed to another 3 weeks of general misery. I'll let you know how that turns out. The preferred method of leaving Effexor, which has a NINE-DAY half-life (I WILL get you, Wyeth Pharmaceuticals), is to wean off with the help of Prozac, which has a four-HOUR half-life. Unfortunately, yours truly can't take Prozac, because it makes me quite insane.
In the meantime, I'll be staying verrrry verrrrry still, with occasional loopy housework breaks, maybe doing some Dave Ramsey homework. Where are my magazines? Must get rid of some non-essential expenses, and "Homes And Gardens" is gonna be the first thing to go. No more "stupid tax!" The first person that mentions our current TWO mortgages gets beaten with a stick like the space shuttle Atlantis (see previous post).