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Angry meds ranting
Oct. 29th, 2007 07:03 pmOr frustrated meds ranting, at any rate.
So I couldn't swallow the pills you cut in half. I just couldn't. I'd start to choke. I could actually taste them, since they were split, and the taste was just so vile my throat would close up. I eventually gave up and discontinued them. By that point, my throat had started closing up as soon as I started to take the regular 300mg pills too--I guess it learned that the 150s were coming? And this was several months ago that I gave up on the 150s, but I'm still having serious difficult swallowing the other ones without gagging. Even when I get them down on the first try I can't stop my whole body convulsing (slightly embarrassing as I'm really supposed to take them at meals). There are days when I just take one pill at a time several hours apart, since I can't bear to take them all at once.
I was on these exact freakin' pills for three years without any problems whatsoever. I used to be able to dry-swallow pills twice this big. This only cropped up last year and it just hasn't gone away. And it makes it really, really tempting to skip sometimes. Which is bad.
In response to my recent episode of major depression, my psychiatrist has decided to up me from four 300mg pills back to 5 300mg pills, which is what I was for about two years before my other psychiatrist decided it was too high. So now even if this dosage doesn't get high enough to start creating fun side effects, simply taking my medication every day has suddenly gotten 25% more difficult and unpleasant.
Unfortunately I'm not sure there's anything I can do about this, besides stop taking them and go stark raving mad. But this would be a shitty idea.
In other news, I have a fuckton of work, Liz' car got stolen this weekend, and I still do not have a garter belt for Halloween so we may have to resort to creative uses of duct tape, the common room is ridiculously trashed (apparently I missed much drunken mayhem--and mayhem in general--this weekend, as I was engaged in drunken mayhem in Boston instead), and there is no 7th Sea tonight, which makes me sad. Other than that, I feel rather better than I have of late; perhaps I am getting better; perhaps I am so busy that I have no choice but to avoid all my triggers and will go all emo again when all these papers are in.
Oh, and I am SICK OF ALIEN SEX. Christ on a stick.
So I couldn't swallow the pills you cut in half. I just couldn't. I'd start to choke. I could actually taste them, since they were split, and the taste was just so vile my throat would close up. I eventually gave up and discontinued them. By that point, my throat had started closing up as soon as I started to take the regular 300mg pills too--I guess it learned that the 150s were coming? And this was several months ago that I gave up on the 150s, but I'm still having serious difficult swallowing the other ones without gagging. Even when I get them down on the first try I can't stop my whole body convulsing (slightly embarrassing as I'm really supposed to take them at meals). There are days when I just take one pill at a time several hours apart, since I can't bear to take them all at once.
I was on these exact freakin' pills for three years without any problems whatsoever. I used to be able to dry-swallow pills twice this big. This only cropped up last year and it just hasn't gone away. And it makes it really, really tempting to skip sometimes. Which is bad.
In response to my recent episode of major depression, my psychiatrist has decided to up me from four 300mg pills back to 5 300mg pills, which is what I was for about two years before my other psychiatrist decided it was too high. So now even if this dosage doesn't get high enough to start creating fun side effects, simply taking my medication every day has suddenly gotten 25% more difficult and unpleasant.
Unfortunately I'm not sure there's anything I can do about this, besides stop taking them and go stark raving mad. But this would be a shitty idea.
In other news, I have a fuckton of work, Liz' car got stolen this weekend, and I still do not have a garter belt for Halloween so we may have to resort to creative uses of duct tape, the common room is ridiculously trashed (apparently I missed much drunken mayhem--and mayhem in general--this weekend, as I was engaged in drunken mayhem in Boston instead), and there is no 7th Sea tonight, which makes me sad. Other than that, I feel rather better than I have of late; perhaps I am getting better; perhaps I am so busy that I have no choice but to avoid all my triggers and will go all emo again when all these papers are in.
Oh, and I am SICK OF ALIEN SEX. Christ on a stick.