If there ever was a roller coaster ride that no one would ever ride, it'd be a bipolar or an emotional one.
I've had trouble getting my Effexor XR filled since Thursday (maybe Weds?). I did the usual thing, I called the pharmacy about the prescription, asked to have it refilled.
It wasn't refilled when I picked up the Zyprexa the same day.
So, on Friday, I took the last of the Effexor, and called the pharmacy about it, and also called the Shrink's office about it.
Meanwhile, all weekend long, I had severe diarrhea... turns out Lamictal has large doses of Lactose in the pills.
So, I need to deal with the "fall out" of the shit while trying to transition to Lamictal.
Going back to the Effexor, Yesterday... I spent the day off/on crying... Crying at all sorts of strange and stupid things.
I watched "Ernest goes to Camp" and wound up bawling in a few places. So, like grow up, huh?
Now today, after Ellie had left with the kids for them to spend the night at their grand parents house, I got really, really, really mad. So made I was swearing, and starting to get out of control.
The downside is that I managed to calm down and part of that was trying to play Amazing Grace on my flute... big mistake.. I couldn't stop crying.
I did finally realize that I need help!
So I went down and took the "emergency" pills of Effexor that the Pharmacy had given me on Friday night, since the Doctor hadn't responded.
Now I'm starting to feel "normal" again, and I'm not feeling like crying nor do I feel as pissed as I once was.
The coding/UI stuff for work that I've been working on is finally starting to work and act the way it should've from the start.
My architecture/developer dude, finally admitted that documentation of how to do what I'm doing was as real as Santa Claus coming down the chimneys every Christmas.
Damn, my right hand hurts from punching the cupboard last night, as hard as I could.
It's mostly bruised/swollen up on the ring & pinky knuckles.
Well, I'm starting to feel tired of crying and typing.
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