[Note: The title needs to be read as if you were Napolean Dynomite. It only works that way.]
So apparantly I’m the only person in the entire world who doesn’t know that you can’t just stop taking antidepressants cold turkey. You’re supposed to taper off. I find this out after not taking mine for 6 days now.
Boy, am I the world’s biggest idiot or what?
Now I’m majorly crashing. I’m crying at anything and everything. I want to rip the heads off of some people. And I feel as if I’m going to pass out about every 10 minutes or so. Oh yeah, and if I get too upset, I might just throw up, too.
In my defense: I honestly didn’t know! No one told me! I don’t have any insurance at the moment (I don’t understand Medicaid. I send everything in I’m supposed to, they take forever to look at it, then send me more forms to fill out and a note saying to prove certain income that I already sent them!!), and we don’t have any extra money, so I can’t get my prescription refilled. I was just waiting until I get this Medicaid thing straigtened out, then I would get my refill. Or so I thought.
When I walked in from marching band rehearsal this morning, Ches said “How are you this morning?” and I just burst into tears. Again. I couldn’t even talk. He then handed me a credit card and said, “Go get your refill. I thought all this time you needed to go to a doctor. I didn’t understand that you just needed a refill.”
My wonderful husband. He just wants me happy. He spent the morning cleaning the kitchen, calling on getting our camera repaired, balancing the checkbook, folding laundry, and picking up our room and the living room. He should have been doing homework or practicing. Instead, he is trying to help and support me. What a good man. I’m so glad I married him.
As soon as Dallin wakes up, I’m off to Wal-Mart. Hopefully it won’t take a week or two to get back to Happy Sariah Land. Right now, this just sucks.