My friends, don’t ever let me take normal Seroquel during the day. Hell, stop me from taking extended release during the day too probably — it makes me a zombie so badly. I know that this is common, and I’ve had it before, but I felt like I had to try taking it again during the day to thump at depression. I said that a few days ago when I finally managed to rub enough brain power together to make a post. But man, that first morning back to taking it not in the morning? I had over a thousand words (my two daily writing tasks) and a good and proper bath under my belt in under two hours. It was magnificent.
I also spent some of that time trying to find where Seroquel extended release was suddenly problematic to issue, and instead finding that switching someone from extended release to normal release is a 95% savings. Yeah um… I’ve got to say a big dual middle finger dance to that. I understand that the NHS is under strain, but seriously. I lost a month of my life. Again. Trying to do the right thing in taking my meds. I know I’m not the only one who has suffered thusly. I am pretty determined at this point to make sure that my psychiatrist double red underlines makes sure that they are to give me extended release so I have both the support that Seroquel gives me (which zombie aside, is a lot), and actually be able to do things like washing dishes. Yes, my level of functionality was cut that far to the bone (not hard to do, since chronic fatigue means I’m not exactly highly functional anyways).
For now, I’m feeling okay. My sleep is firming back up, which is grand; having moved part of the Seroquel to the morning time meant that what I was taking at night didn’t have the same oomph. I don’t think I am feeling any more or less depressed, and I think whatever hypomania that Dr. K was concerned about (enough to put me on the Depakote) has mellowed out. Which is to say, I am feeling cautiously optimistic about the now? I’m still annoyed that I’ve not heard about when my next appointment is to be… not enough to pick up a phone (evil things), but also feeling well enough that I’m not too worried at this second about waiting. It also helps that winter is my favourite season and having kids makes the whole Christmas-is-coming thing a bit more fun.
And anyways, even with a rude-ass computer today, I’m feeling fairly bright. I definitely can’t complain, so I won’t. Hope all of y’all are doing okay, and that for those with SAD, that it isn’t biting too hard.