#medications
Jfjskkd so I got my new prescription today for Suboxone and I went to cut the pills in half like normal, since I do a half at night and half in the morning. Well, got to the second of two tabs and my pill cutter exploded. So I called them and was like hey in the future could we just do the same total in 2mg tablets rather than 8mg tablets? And she sort of paused like weird question but okay. And I was like I break the pills in half and I almost got diced by the pill cutter
And I hear this little chuckle in the background followed by a much louder “of course!” followed by more laughter. Which like, can’t blame them for it. I laughed pretty hysterically. After I got over the fear that I almost dropped a brand new prescription of Suboxone down the drain and would have had to wait until Friday to refill it.
I recently saw a new psychiatrist. He took me off Effexor and Rexulti and put me on Prozac. He said the side effect profile of prozac isn’t bad. (He doesn’t know how sensitive I am.) I started Prozac a couple days before school, and let me tell you, I am going through hell. Nausea, stomach pain, soreness, overheating, headache.
First day of school on Tuesday. I started the morning by vomiting repeatedly. Then, while walking to class, a car turning right on red didn’t see me. Rolled into me, smacked me pretty good. I’m very thankful he didn’t hit the gas, but I wish the [redacted] had at least glanced in my direction after he literally almost ran me over. Later that day, I miss a step on a staircase and twist my ankle. Not too bad so whatever. Not two steps later, my ankle gives out and I fall down a flight of stairs.
Felt everything this morning, Wednesday. Wanted to die for multiple reasons. Gulped down some Tylenol and promptly fell back asleep. My classes don’t start til 11:20, which is good because my alarm didn’t go off. I was nearly crying by my first class.
Then, my next class made it worth everything.
Aural rehabilitation. I love it so much. Everything we’re going to do, every story she told. Guys, this is what I want to do with my life. I’m so happy to have found the love of my life in audiology.
Tl;dr - keep going. The worst day is still only 24 hours long. Things can and will be better.
I told my coworker about how the allergy meds she gave me knocked me out for 3 hours and she was like “That was non-drowsy, though?” And I was like, wait but the one I took this morning was also non-drowsy, and an hour later I am now about to fucking collapse at my desk
What the fuck does “Non-Drowsy” mean then. Am I just dying? Is this The Final Sleep encroaching on my consciousness? What the fuck would happen to me if I tried regular allergy meds
OH GOD, PLEASE NO
I’m like: