Terrible night
I much enjoyed my time watching anime yesterday, and getting the other starter Pokemon. That was pretty shades. After I got home however, I had a less than stellar night.
For whatever reason I am having the same problem I had with the Seroquel suddenly all over again. I just all of a sudden *can't* urinate without extreme effort. Terrible terrible frustration abound.
And even with that, the night couldn't just end, no no. Usually I eat something in the evening, and take my pills. Just out of habit the two coincide closely. Because of my problems sleeping the past few days, I have been up later again after I had just fixed it. So when it comes time to think about sleeping so I could at least maybe wake up by noon, I take my meds like a half hour before I go to sleep.
...but oh hell, I never thought to remember that I needed to have food in me for one of them.
I felt so terribly ill, so ungodly tired, and rampantly paranoid that if I fell asleep I would never wake up again. My chest seized up, it got hard to breath, and I felt bloated or something akin to it, and just could not burp. And it all steadily just got stronger. Sedated as hell and nearly unable to walk and becoming almost incomprehensible in speech, I lumbered up the stairs in a drunken fashion to seek aid. Unsure at the time what was going on, I had to try to run through the things in my head that could potentially be wrong, while trying to keep my eyes open, for fear of imminent death.
Unsure exactly what to do, the Crisis Center was called, and they were intellegent enough to have a list of things that could potentially be wrong. When we finally got to the right pill, and referenced when I last had food, things suddenly became clear. I had swallowed 8 pills worth of anti-depressants, serotonin inhibitors, sedatives, sleep aids and antipsychotics on an empty stomach, and one of them was prone for massive sickness/sedation if taken alone or with alcohol. On an empty stomach, they all hit at once, and the one had acquired super powers.
Got some milk and sandwiches in me and within an hour I felt less like I was going to die, and was only left with the feeling of being infinitely tired...something that is still kind of lingering.
My stomach is bubbling and gurgling non stop too. I wonder if I am not coming down with the flu or something on top of it all. ...and it's still a god damn chore to try to take a piss.
With last nights adventures in sedation I woke up less than usual, but still felt like I got no rest and I could go back to bed. Nothing to be done about that I suppose. Maybe some food might make me feel a little better.
Think I'm going to do just that, go get some food, and just lay in bed all day.
...and why the fuck does no one seem to want to go see Spider-Man? -.-
For whatever reason I am having the same problem I had with the Seroquel suddenly all over again. I just all of a sudden *can't* urinate without extreme effort. Terrible terrible frustration abound.
And even with that, the night couldn't just end, no no. Usually I eat something in the evening, and take my pills. Just out of habit the two coincide closely. Because of my problems sleeping the past few days, I have been up later again after I had just fixed it. So when it comes time to think about sleeping so I could at least maybe wake up by noon, I take my meds like a half hour before I go to sleep.
...but oh hell, I never thought to remember that I needed to have food in me for one of them.
I felt so terribly ill, so ungodly tired, and rampantly paranoid that if I fell asleep I would never wake up again. My chest seized up, it got hard to breath, and I felt bloated or something akin to it, and just could not burp. And it all steadily just got stronger. Sedated as hell and nearly unable to walk and becoming almost incomprehensible in speech, I lumbered up the stairs in a drunken fashion to seek aid. Unsure at the time what was going on, I had to try to run through the things in my head that could potentially be wrong, while trying to keep my eyes open, for fear of imminent death.
Unsure exactly what to do, the Crisis Center was called, and they were intellegent enough to have a list of things that could potentially be wrong. When we finally got to the right pill, and referenced when I last had food, things suddenly became clear. I had swallowed 8 pills worth of anti-depressants, serotonin inhibitors, sedatives, sleep aids and antipsychotics on an empty stomach, and one of them was prone for massive sickness/sedation if taken alone or with alcohol. On an empty stomach, they all hit at once, and the one had acquired super powers.
Got some milk and sandwiches in me and within an hour I felt less like I was going to die, and was only left with the feeling of being infinitely tired...something that is still kind of lingering.
My stomach is bubbling and gurgling non stop too. I wonder if I am not coming down with the flu or something on top of it all. ...and it's still a god damn chore to try to take a piss.
With last nights adventures in sedation I woke up less than usual, but still felt like I got no rest and I could go back to bed. Nothing to be done about that I suppose. Maybe some food might make me feel a little better.
Think I'm going to do just that, go get some food, and just lay in bed all day.
...and why the fuck does no one seem to want to go see Spider-Man? -.-