So, I stopped taking my medication…
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So, I stopped taking my medication. Not in my usual purposeful, ‘I hate my medication, and all medication, it’s fucking with my head and it’s not really me,’ kinda way. More in a; it just happened sort of way.
I didn’t take them night one because I’d forgotten. Genuinely forgotten about them. It happens from time to time.
On night two, I was feeling sick, because I have been lately for some reason, so I planned to take them in the morning. I knew that if I took them that night I would just throw up because of thr amount of water needed to take five tablets (which I split into six, cause one is a bit big).
Night three, I’d woken up in the morning and had remembered to take my meds, only to find I’d run out, and that I didn’t have any emergancy stashes in my room. So I couldn’t get to the doctors, so I didn’t make any effort to get them anywhere else so night three past and day four arrived.
I’ve been that manic before, I was jumpy, couldn’t keep still, shaking. I was twitching too, I don’t remember any of my thoughts from the few hours on Wednesday when I was that manic, but I remember my eyes aching from how wide they’d been open and that I was everywhere.
Then came the crying.
Once the manic phase past, and I talked a little, I cried a little and that was okay. I called the doctor that morning to get a prescription written and left for me and I went to pick them up that afternoon.
I was already crying by time I reached the surgery. By time I got the desk I was in floods and hyperventalating. The receptionist made me see a doctor, and another made me a cup of tea. She was lovely, saying how she’d been like this at my age, told me it got easier as she got older. It was nice to hear, but I’d calm down for a second then cry again, hysterically.
The end of this story ends up with me seeing my lovely doctor and him giving me four tablets of diazapam (5mg) to tide me over until my Seroxat (60mg) gets back into my system again, to calm me down and stop me feeling so ill.
The moral of this story is to take your medication, and if you want to come off Seroxat and Tegretol you have to do so slowly. Especially Seroxat.
So, I stopped taking my medication. Not in my usual purposeful, ‘I hate my medication, and all medication, it’s fucking with my head and it’s not really me,’ kinda way. More in a; it just happened sort of way.
I didn’t take them night one because I’d forgotten. Genuinely forgotten about them. It happens from time to time.
On night two, I was feeling sick, because I have been lately for some reason, so I planned to take them in the morning. I knew that if I took them that night I would just throw up because of thr amount of water needed to take five tablets (which I split into six, cause one is a bit big).
Night three, I’d woken up in the morning and had remembered to take my meds, only to find I’d run out, and that I didn’t have any emergancy stashes in my room. So I couldn’t get to the doctors, so I didn’t make any effort to get them anywhere else so night three past and day four arrived.
I’ve been that manic before, I was jumpy, couldn’t keep still, shaking. I was twitching too, I don’t remember any of my thoughts from the few hours on Wednesday when I was that manic, but I remember my eyes aching from how wide they’d been open and that I was everywhere.
Then came the crying.
Once the manic phase past, and I talked a little, I cried a little and that was okay. I called the doctor that morning to get a prescription written and left for me and I went to pick them up that afternoon.
I was already crying by time I reached the surgery. By time I got the desk I was in floods and hyperventalating. The receptionist made me see a doctor, and another made me a cup of tea. She was lovely, saying how she’d been like this at my age, told me it got easier as she got older. It was nice to hear, but I’d calm down for a second then cry again, hysterically.
The end of this story ends up with me seeing my lovely doctor and him giving me four tablets of diazapam (5mg) to tide me over until my Seroxat (60mg) gets back into my system again, to calm me down and stop me feeling so ill.
The moral of this story is to take your medication, and if you want to come off Seroxat and Tegretol you have to do so slowly. Especially Seroxat.