Went to Duane Reade and dropped off six (6) prescriptions. Good times. I'm a wreck.
They filled my Mobic & Effexor immediately. Popped a Mobic during lunch. Start the Effexor tomorrow a.m.
Here's hoping I start feeling even REMOTELY better-ish. Soon.
Funny thing is, the package insert for the Effexor warns me to be on the look out for:
thoughts about suicide or dying;
new or worse depression;
new or worse anxiety;
feeling very agitated or restless;
panic attacks;
trouble sleeping;
new or worse irritability;
acting aggressive, being angry or violent.
Shit.
That pretty much sums me up where I am at RIGHT NOW.
Makes me laugh.
Not in a "ha ha" kinda makes me laugh; but in a WTF is wrong with me, nervous, twitchy, half-giggle.
Better living through chemistry, bitches.
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