I’m coming down off Paxil. When I went from 20 to 10 milligrams - holy fuck did I get testy. I wanted to fight everybody, called Donna a slut, accused Murdered Duchess of being a racist.

I’m sort of more level at 10mg and don’t plan on dropping off the levels for a while. At least until I’m in a better place in life, which may be never, so fuck it.

But yeah, them SSRIs is a life-saver but coming down off that shit is a bitch.

Prozac wasn’t “doing it” for me, so my RxDoc is moving me over to Zoloft—the difference being (as he told me) that while Prozac acts to suppress the “sad” areas of the brain, Zoloft activates the “happy” parts.

Of course, he’s a shit quack who has no fucking idea what he’s doing, but otherwise I’m sure his information is solid…

The doc is switching him from one anti-dep to another but leaving the Neurontin at its elevated levels. This seems weird to me. Since Neurontin has the effect of enhancing the effect of other psychoactive meds, shouldn’t it get dropped to baseline to see how the Zoloft does on its own?

Then again, maybe that gets lowered AFTER the bod adjusts to the Zoloft.

They’re both SSRIs, which increase serotonin. It gives you a feeling of calm and, sort of, happiness.

You can read all that stuff online.

Yeah, I’ve read more online stuff about these meds than anyone should have to; and I also read the little leaflet / handouts that come with the pills. I think I must be drug resistant as I was on 2.5x the recommended dose of Prozac (no effect), am on 3x of Neurontin, 2x of Seroquel and working up to 2x of Zoloft.

Yes, I do rattle when I walk.

I just drink wine. Lots and lots of wine. Makes me happy. Very, very happy.

It be rum for me...arr

I’m strictly into physical exertion rushes these days. I have done just about everything it is possible to do to the mind and body over my life, and now I am hoping to extend it a couple of years.

That said, I wouldn’t trade the bad trips, hangovers, or lost weekends I have experienced dor anything.

Heh, rum.

There’s someone who is selling “Mana Potion Energy Drinks.” They were only available online until recently but now you can get them at Fry’s. Little round bottles with what is supposed to be a blue liquid in them. They don’t do well in UV light, though, and frequently end up a murky green.

The liquid smells like ass and, I am told, tastes like it, too.

We’re currently doing a pilot of our Vista OS migration plan. Our tests went well but our first actual attempt at upgrading real users bombed last night.

We have a bunch of these little bottles around. I decided we needed to put something more blue and more appropriate into them for our next attempt tonight.

They are now filled with the Bacardi 151 Hurricane. It’s very nicely blue. (Still kinda smells like ass, though, but I figure people won’t care nearly as much.)

huh.
I just spent last evening, some of this morning with a friend whose husband just committed suicide. She said he hadn’t been okay since working disaster response after Katrina. Said his doctor had just put him on one of these or the other. I told her I’ve felt all wrong since the 2004 presidential debates, and that I think a lot of people feel that way. Then I saw Cary Tennis’ article from Monday. It somehow made me feel a little better, but sad about our friend. Dang, I was gonna say something or other coherent, but gotta go.

We’re currently doing a pilot of our Vista OS migration plan.

A known trigger of suicidal thoughts.

some of this morning with a friend whose husband just committed suicide

That’s so harsh. My sincere symps to you and your friend. I’m sorry balderdash.

Oh goodness Balderdash! I’m sure you were wonderful support, but that is such a giant feeling, you know, trying to figure how to help somebody at such a monumental time of need. I’m not putting this well. Anyway, my sincere admiration and sympathies.

My sympathies, balderdash, to you and your friend. I wish you peace.