|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2010-05-25 23:24:00
|Current music:||Better Things - Massive Attack|
|Entry tags:||mental health|
So at my doctor's appointment yesterday, I was told to stop taking sleeping pills. Ever since I've been back on the Celexa, I'd been having trouble sleeping: I'd have a hard time getting to sleep, and would only sleep for about four hours at a stretch. So I started taking a generic-brand sleep aid, only half a pill, which works out to be a quarter dose - a single pill makes it too hard to get up in the morning. I'd been doing okay with that, but from what the doctor said, taking those regularly is a Bad Thing, and doubly so when you're on the mood-altering drugs. She said to bring in the box for my appointment with my regular therapist later this week, and No More Of That Shit. "Yes ma'am," says I, and duly went to bed Monday night at my regular time (which made it technically Tuesday morning) without taking a pill.
And, like bloody clockwork, I woke up four hours later feeling like someone'd shot me up with raw energon. Argh.
I don't know if it's the Celexa doing this to me. It never used to do this to me. Maybe my chemistry's just adjusting. Who the hell knows. But I'm very tired right now, so maybe I'll have better luck tonight.
On an unrelated note, today I got to see five just-born chow puppies. They were criminally adorable.