Me and My LatudaPosted: December 3, 2011
Today I’ve decided to stop taking Latuda, in spite of two nights in a row of more than six whole sequential hours of sleep, in spite of feeling fricking fantastic, in spite of having energy I haven’t had in who knows how long. In spite of all this awesomeness, I’m done. Today.
So why the change of heart?
Suffice it to say, I don’t think Latuda is the right choice for me. I asked my mother what she would suggest for me, and she chose Effexor and Tegretol. Effexor I’ve taken, in the late 90s, but I didn’t have anxiety then, and I certainly do now, so I figure it’s worth a shot. Never Tegretol.
Of course I’ll be asking about this when I go back to the Women’s Clinic this coming Friday (finally). I hope that goes well. Hey, at least I can say CD1 was 11/28 and not be asked the waterworks-inducing ‘any chance you could be pregnant?’ that I would have had to field, what with my last CD1 being 9/16. Read the chart, lady. I’m not here because I like it! Sheesh.
I don’t know. I know I’m ‘on a break’ right now, but is it really worth any risk? I’ve gotta say, if I could feel like this every day, I’m leaning toward yes. Hell, if I could feel like this every day, I bet I could pep talk my ovaries into popping out some extra special eggs! You hear that, guys? Pep talk, I say!
Who doesn’t love having conversations about competence with their internal organs?
P.S. As I reread this again and again before publishing because I’m pretty obsessive about typos and grammar and word choice and, well, my writing in general, I’m pleased to see how well my current drug-induced state of mania is coming across, at least to me. What do you think?