Because I’ve been having this long mixed episode or whatever, I figured I’d opt to take 100 of my 350mg of Seroquel in the morning. That pill isn’t extended release like the rest, so I hoped it might help soothe down frazzles a bit more. What it seems to be doing, of course, is turning me into a waking/dozing zombie.
What’s worse (and many of you will agree) is that I *should* know better. When I first started Seroquel in the days before my diagnosis and paperwork was lost, I was taking 2 25mgs first thing in the morning (which is 9am~ for me). It took me a good four or five hours of assdraggery to feel even the remotest bit alert. My hands are leaden and wonky, my eyes are fluttering shut, and yeah… maybe I am not noticing anxiety spikes, but that’s always going to be the case when one is nearly flat-out on their desk.
So yeah, we’ll be moving that back to nighttime post-haste. For the moment, it’s time to debate coffee versus crawling back into bed. ¬¬