Where's my methadone?
So either all of you were sitting at your computers scratching your head when I posted the "Rehab" video, or NOYGAS.* Heh. Kidding.
"They tried to make me go to rehab
I said No, No, No
He tried to make me go to rehab
But I won't Go, Go, Go"
Translation: I'm back on the meds.
Weaning? EPIC FAIL.
Last Friday I had lost......ohhhhhhh......I'm gonna say 92% of my damn mind before my husband politely went downstairs, grabbed my Effexor bottle, came back upstairs, and CRAMMED ONE DOWN MY THROAT. There, there, wife. Now I will not have to punch you in the face.
Seriously people. Is Effexor laced with cocaine? Meth? Because this shit is all get out HARD to get off.
I called my doctor Monday:
Me: I'm having issues.
Him: Did you do EXACTLY what I told you to do?
Me: Yes. It sucked ASS.
Him: Okay then.
So, temporarily I'm back on 1/2 my usual dose of Effexor until my next visit in January. To, you know, "save the holidays" from being totally, completely ruined by my insanity.
We shall see. I shall be updating thee.
*None of you gave a shit