EffexorXR150mg

I take happy pills. It’s a running joke in the mummified household that when I am in a foul mood, someone (usually Bill, or one of his friends) asks if I have taken my happy pill that day.

Thursday was the last time I took an anti-depressant. I’ve been on Effexor for almost 2 years this time. Previous to that, I was taking it for 4 years. Every time I think I am ready to come off and don’t need to take the meds any more, something happens that makes it a really bad idea for me to even think about not taking any anti-depressants.

For the past 3 days, the withdrawals I’ve been feeling have brought me to my knees. I didn’t see much of today because I slept most of the day away. My head feels like it’s three times the normal size and every time I move, it feels like my brain is just rattling around inside my skull. My eyes have been going blurry and I feel like my whole body is moving in slow motion.

Now who was the smart one who said that you cannot get addicted to anti-depressants?! Especially since these withdrawal effects started a couple hours after I missed 1 dose.

I didn’t miss it on purpose. I actually thought I had another strip of pills in the medicine basket. I wasn’t able to get in to see my doctor on Friday to get another script so I’m hoping I can get in tomorrow morning.

This is the most horrible feeling. I am so glad that Bill has been here to look after the kids because I’ve been no use to them over the whole weekend. I didn’t even want to blog because I didn’t know how much sense my blog posts would make but I thought I’d just mention the reason behind the lack of posts this weekend, in case anyone was missing me LOL

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