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Strattera, day 11
Dec. 11th, 2021 08:06 pmI was afraid this might be a no-go due to the possible side effect of upsetting my gastrointestinal system. However, that's not yet graduated to anything further than the feeling I get when I've had barely too much coffee: a sign that perhaps I should not push that any further, but not distressing. And that's faded to the point where I suspect I'd be able to bump it up a notch without harm as long as I'm diligent about taking with food -- and I have enough other medications that I absolutely 100% must take with food that I can err in the other direction by having food and then forgetting to take any of the morning set of meds until like 6 pm. (This is not as shocking as it would be if my meals were on a morning person schedule; since my mornings are generally sedate, I typically don't have breakfast until noon, whether or not I was sleeping until then.)
And speaking of sleeping! Today I woke up at 4. I suspected that perhaps I would want more sleep. But I didn't! (I had become horizontal at 8, and conked out around 9:30.) I might possibly have gone back to sleep around 7, with the comforting sounds of the rain and wind lashing around the outside of the house and the little pops and creaks of the mini-split -- except the power then went out with some spectacular flashes of the LED string, and the Uninterruptible Power Supply Chorus in the living room all started keening, and Belovedest started snorting in the manner of someone suddenly deprived of their bilevel positive airway pressure, and Yellface decided that since everyone was yelling she should too -- so we spent a leisurely little while lounging in bed where it was nice and warm. And I didn't fall over this afternoon and need to nap just when we were heading out to go shopping, and aside from a certain amount of physical fatigue, I feel pretty sharp and ready to do another thing as soon as I've had some food and finished the update.
This isn't the only day when I've been surprised by my lack of tiredness when I would usually expect it.
I was doing well enough on Thursday that I figured I should call and set up an appointment with the new psychiatrist ASAP, instead of waiting until this coming Thursday or Friday. (He had been modestly impressed by my ability to do simple planning logic like asking "Okay, if you want to see me before Christmas if this is working out, when should I call to make the appointment?" and I suspect that I will try to bring my bullet journals in with me for that next appointment so he won't have to recite me the lecture in how Medication Is Not Magic And You Should Work With Your Therapist On How To Structure Your Life, again. I got through it the first time by contemplating where on my phone I would look to present him with a scan of one of the pages, rather than attempting to interrupt him or daydreaming about my inflatable mallet. (He's a good one, I wouldn't want actual violence.)) I called Friday and got an appointment for Christmas week, one that would absolutely not have been there if I'd waited another week. And he's on vacation post-Christmas, and he didn't want to make me wait if the meds were doing well.
I don't yet have a good read on what it's doing to my appetite, because there are enough miscellaneous confounding factors, chief amongst which would be the dental fuckery.
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Now, I shall go attempt to make the media room vaguely inhabitable while also cooking and eating something that is slightly more like food than the small remains of a pint of ice cream that got ejected from the freezer while we were putting away this week's shopping. I was energized and coherent enough to go to three different places, even though Belovedest was Extremely Done by the end.
And speaking of sleeping! Today I woke up at 4. I suspected that perhaps I would want more sleep. But I didn't! (I had become horizontal at 8, and conked out around 9:30.) I might possibly have gone back to sleep around 7, with the comforting sounds of the rain and wind lashing around the outside of the house and the little pops and creaks of the mini-split -- except the power then went out with some spectacular flashes of the LED string, and the Uninterruptible Power Supply Chorus in the living room all started keening, and Belovedest started snorting in the manner of someone suddenly deprived of their bilevel positive airway pressure, and Yellface decided that since everyone was yelling she should too -- so we spent a leisurely little while lounging in bed where it was nice and warm. And I didn't fall over this afternoon and need to nap just when we were heading out to go shopping, and aside from a certain amount of physical fatigue, I feel pretty sharp and ready to do another thing as soon as I've had some food and finished the update.
This isn't the only day when I've been surprised by my lack of tiredness when I would usually expect it.
I was doing well enough on Thursday that I figured I should call and set up an appointment with the new psychiatrist ASAP, instead of waiting until this coming Thursday or Friday. (He had been modestly impressed by my ability to do simple planning logic like asking "Okay, if you want to see me before Christmas if this is working out, when should I call to make the appointment?" and I suspect that I will try to bring my bullet journals in with me for that next appointment so he won't have to recite me the lecture in how Medication Is Not Magic And You Should Work With Your Therapist On How To Structure Your Life, again. I got through it the first time by contemplating where on my phone I would look to present him with a scan of one of the pages, rather than attempting to interrupt him or daydreaming about my inflatable mallet. (He's a good one, I wouldn't want actual violence.)) I called Friday and got an appointment for Christmas week, one that would absolutely not have been there if I'd waited another week. And he's on vacation post-Christmas, and he didn't want to make me wait if the meds were doing well.
I don't yet have a good read on what it's doing to my appetite, because there are enough miscellaneous confounding factors, chief amongst which would be the dental fuckery.
IRC silliness:
( Read more... )
Now, I shall go attempt to make the media room vaguely inhabitable while also cooking and eating something that is slightly more like food than the small remains of a pint of ice cream that got ejected from the freezer while we were putting away this week's shopping. I was energized and coherent enough to go to three different places, even though Belovedest was Extremely Done by the end.
