Still feeling pretty good. Mum and I - and Todd and I - have decided I'm really easygoing on this tranquilizer (Zyprexa/olanzepine) and I like the feeling of being docile. If it wasn't for the weight-gain side effect I'd be tempted to stay on it longterm, but as it is, I won't. I'll just use it for a few weeks unless the depression and anxiety return.
When it was first prescribed for me (when I was deathly ill with depression a year-and-a-half ago), I was concerned and curious to know if Dr H. thought I had bipolar disorder or if he wasn't sure, but he told me about combined drug therapies for depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, the latter of which he thinks I'm suffering from. Well, both really. Olanzepine is an atypical antipsychotic with
other uses than just for bipolar and schizophrenia.
I still take Cipramil (citalopram) and had brought myself right down on them, only to slowly, measuredly double the dose back up to "heaps" when this episode hit. In a few weeks I'll take myself back down again.
Anyway, I'm happy using Zyprexa this time. I wasn't last time. But this time - well, nothing fazes me, and yet - I'm not some zombie housewife on the drool. Awesome!
Today's photo is of the soothing reserve down the bottom of my street. Part of my favourite walk with Kenji takes us through there.
My local reserve