OK I’m supposed to be working so I’ll try to keep this quick. I’ve been logging massive work hours lately so yay!
About this anxiety crap in my life….
I’ve been taking Zoloft. This is day 18. I took 1/2 pills for a week, then bumped it up to whole pills (50mg) for a week, then feeling very frustrated that I didnt feel any different at all I asked my dr if I could bump it up again. She said I could try it but that I hadnt really given the med time to work yet. The thing was that I wasnt having any bad side effects at all – a good side effect was that I was a bit more motivated around the house etc, but I was still freaking out about driving.
Hubby has still been the driver and he has been a good sport but I know its working on his nerves. I don’t blame him. We have busy kids and there is a lot of running around to do.
Well last Tuesday the school called, my son had puked and I needed to go pick him up. Hubby was asleep since he works 3rd shift. I was feeling “off” that day anyway and knew it wouldn’t be easy but I had to go right? And its stupid anyway, so I decided to go get him. No ativan in me at all.
I made it about a mile towards town and panic hit me. I pulled over and sat there, planning to continue on but just couldn’t make myself. Then I started thinking yea, what if I go get him, and then this happens the whole way home? I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt someone when these panic attacks hit me in the car.
SO…I finally calmed down enough and drove home and woke up my hubby. I felt completely defeated. I couldn’t even go get my son from school when he was sick! I did get in the car and ride along with hubby cuz I am determined not to give up and need to get in a car as often as possible to learn to deal with this. It was ok, but geesh. Kid3 was freezing so hubby blasted the heat and we put the windows up. Kill me now.
That whole thing was very upsetting to me. I have a family and responsibilities. They need to be able to count on me in an emergency to be able to drive them somewhere! If I had been by myself that day – and not going to pick someone up – I would have fought through it and made my way there step by step, however long it took. But that’s different. My puking kid was sitting in the school office with a bucket waiting for me. I had to hurry!
This was before I upped my zoloft to 75 mg. And that day I determined that the only was I was going to get over this is to go for a drive every single day until I get over this nonsense. Like I did with the grocery store way back when. And when hubby goes somewhere, I go along if I can, just to get more exposure.
So Monday evening I took 75mg Zoloft instead of 50. The next morning was hell. I was heaving, although I never actually puked and I was burning up like before on the Celexa. Its not like a fever. Its like I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out. I googled it later and it seems that is just another way a panic attack manifests itself for some people. One lady on a message board said she decided to decide that she liked when she felt that way and to look forward to it. She said “imagine how many calories I’m burning when I heat up like that!” And then that took away the power, she was no longer afraid of that and she rarely has that symptom anymore. LOVE THAT!
SO the Tuesday I went back to 50mg. My plan was to increase it slowly, every other night. I felt normal Wednesday morning. Wednesday eve I took 75mg again and expected to feel crappy this morning. I was kinda looking forward to the burning sensation cuz I was all psyched up to change it into a positive too – but it never came. I felt good this morning too. Maybe my body is getting used to the increased dose already. Who knows.
And just now I got in my car and drove around the block. Yippee. Katy Perry – Roar was on the radio and I sag it loud and proud and smiled. Tomorrow I’ll do it again. Only maybe further. Or maybe I’ll do it again tonight. We’ll see. But I’m not giving up.
Have good day. Enjoy the sunshine!
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