Spendin' my money, med change fun
Bought my photo op with Jared today for Vegas con. :twirls: I think I'll go sans heels this time around and get an actual hug. I don't know why I'm so bashful about doing that.
I also bought another year here on LJ. Despite it not being the fandom hotspot it used to be, I still can't bring myself to go freebie. I *like* designing my journal space and having ridiculous amounts of user pics. The 10th anniversary of my journal is coming up the beginning of November. It's a long time habit.
Ah, the joys of changing depression meds. After over seven years on Cymbalta, the longest I've been on any depression med, I seem to have developed an immunity. So last week I talked to the doctor about a change. She put me on 40 mg of Fetzima which is the lowest end of the dosage spectrum, and this is my third day. Tapering off the Cymbalta was the biggest pain. Three days at a lower dose. Which means weird dreams.
Night one: A gang causes chaos and mass murder in a huge warehouse-type grocery store.
Night two: A cross over dream between World War Z, Castle, and Star Trek:TNG. Beckett and Castle are trying to avoid zombies by hiding in high rise condos (didn't work), in the wilderness (not that either), and in the sewer system (I don't even know). And instead of Castle's daughter Alexis, his son was Wesley Crusher from Star Trek (what the ever-loving hell?).
Night Three: I woke up feeling disturbed, but not able to remember any dreams.
The night after the first dose, I had a dream that Christian Kane was following me around like a love struck puppy, and he was hanging out with Johnny Depp and they were having a guitar jam session together. Christian loved my brother's sculptures. Then Sean Bean came along and wanted me to find him a pumpkin on the day after Halloween and bring him a six pack of beer.
Night Two: My mom found Leonard Nimoy walking around the neighborhood and brought him back to the house so he could sign one of my almost one hundred Star Trek books. (Don't judge me, I've been collecting since the 70's) Then he started visiting a bunch of bars in my hometown, from the nice neighborhood bar where I spent many a Thursday night singing karaoke and drinking to excess, and slowly working down to some scary dives. I woke up with a grin, because Spock was my very first fangirl crush. Meeting Leonard is on my bucket list.
The side effects have been minimal, low grade headache and nausea that comes and goes, but ginger ale and saltines have been fairly effective at keeping the latter under control. I'm sure those will fade over the next week. On the upside, my mood is better and I have more motivation. So yay! I'm hoping things continue to improve over the next month.