Went to the doctor today...
May. 25th, 2005 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Tomorrow morning I start taking Paxil & Elavil. Paxil is an SSRI (Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor) - basically it means that when your neurons release serotonin, the drug stops the reuptake process, leaving more floating around in your synapses so the receiving neuron can use more of it. Maybe it'll help w/some of my work-related OCD crap, too.
I've been on the Elavil before, back when we lived in the condo. Fun stuff. It's an antidepressant that also acts as a tranquilizer (& helps w/neuralgia & other nerve disorders). It's not one that makes you sleepy, but it helps you sleep through whatever your sleeping time is, and makes it where if you have to get up to go to the bathroom or something, you can fall back asleep. It was good stuff, but trying to quit it cold turkey after a year or so gave me psychotic delusions. And it was weird because I knew the delusions were basically withdrawal symptoms from stopping the Elavil, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about them. So for basically a week or two, I just knew there was a serial killer storing his victims in the crawlspace above my bathroom. And I was just waiting for one to get juicy enough to rot through the ceiling & fall into the bathroom underneath it. And I knew it wouldn't land in the tub, but I'd end up w/a huge, maggoty mess to clean up.
I've been on the Elavil before, back when we lived in the condo. Fun stuff. It's an antidepressant that also acts as a tranquilizer (& helps w/neuralgia & other nerve disorders). It's not one that makes you sleepy, but it helps you sleep through whatever your sleeping time is, and makes it where if you have to get up to go to the bathroom or something, you can fall back asleep. It was good stuff, but trying to quit it cold turkey after a year or so gave me psychotic delusions. And it was weird because I knew the delusions were basically withdrawal symptoms from stopping the Elavil, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about them. So for basically a week or two, I just knew there was a serial killer storing his victims in the crawlspace above my bathroom. And I was just waiting for one to get juicy enough to rot through the ceiling & fall into the bathroom underneath it. And I knew it wouldn't land in the tub, but I'd end up w/a huge, maggoty mess to clean up.
