Which is not to say I'm seeing pink elephants or hearing them talk. Nor was I then. It's just that it seemed very real to me that my husband had kicked me out. And I spent sevenish hours setting in a parking lot thinking about what that meant, and seriously being confused about what had just happened. I would think that he was mad but hadn't really kicked me out- he wouldn't do that because he's my husband and he loves me (The actual truth). Then I would think I was right to leave, and good luck to him trying to do what I do on top of what he does. That'll learn him. Then I would think I was right to leave, but it was because I am so awful. All the awful things (I thought) he had said were true. I married a smart, sweet man. If he thinks I's an ass, I probably is. I must be a huge flaming anus, and I should never go back. For my family's sake. Rinse and repeat. A lot.
Today, it's all so clear. And the difference between the reality and my perception is all so vast. And the power of this drug so scary- I take the smallest dose, and I missed one dose for sure- possibly two, but no more. I had asked my doctor about trying to get off of it, but she said I should just go down to every other day, etc. I can not imagine what my life would look like after a month of cycling through sanity windows.
There are no titrated dosing strengths for weaning off with. There is no liquid version. You can't chop one up because it's made like an onion, with enteric coatings preventing the good stuff from hitting you all at once. You can't dissolve one to make a liquid dose for that reason- it would all dump in and get used up in one spurt- you'd have to take sips of it day and night. I'd need some sort of life style that would allow me to spend every other day ALONE, or in a drug induced stupor, or something. I would go so far as to say it makes one wish one hadn't taken it, only damn, it works better than anything else I've tried.
The ratio of letters typed to mistakes made is becoming verrrr leedle, so Imma say good night.
The girls have been hunting weasles in our yard. They made a weasle trap with a nest and a fake wooden egg. I can't tell if they seriously believe there will be weasles, or could be weasles, or are already weasles lurking in our yard just out of view. I will not let them use a real egg.