A brief update

My, it's been a while, hasn't it?

So I've been on the new medication for over a fortnight now. This two pills a day malarkey is a bit complicated for the feeble-brained. Or, to be a bit more accurate, the idea of taking one in the morning when you rarely see the AM doesn't quite work.

Just to totally break with tradition, I can't sleep. They put me on medication that's supposed to knock me out, and it still doesn't do it. It's not the first time that's happened, mind. Back in my pre-medicated days, I tried assorted herbal concoctions, none of which were effective. I do all the sensible gubbins that you're meant to (with the exception of getting lots of exercise, naturally. That's not so good when you're a fat fuck who dies of exhaustion after about fifteen minutes or so of exertion) but my damn mind still doesn't co-operate.

I've been prescribed assorted antihistamine-type products which, while meaning you can skip gaily through a pollen-loaded park, make no difference whatsoever at sleepy-bye-bye time. Tranquilisers seem to have no effect on me at all (I'd have been as well selling them really). The last drug was supposed to be good for sleep, and while it vaguely helped with that for a couple of months or so (especially combined with booze - no, you're not meant to do that - when it did actually knock me out), it then wore off completely.
So I really shouldn't be surprised that I still manage to stay wide awake with my shiny new pills. Once I do finally nod off though, getting up again is a real struggle. I'd happily stay in bed all day, in a vague attempt to quell my exhaustion (yes I know, perpetuating the cycle and all that stuff).

One positive though; I'm starting to get the marvellous vivid dreams which were the only good thing about effexor. Now if only i could actually remember them, ye olde blogge might actually be vaguely entertaining (I've had a good twenty or so posting ideas which didn't come to fruition, due to my out-of-kilter brain struggling to cope with the prospect. There's some other writing I really need to get around to as well, so I could do with a little bit of clear-headedness, if you don't mind, brain)

Also on the plus side, I've lost half a stone in weight already. Well, thank fuck for that, It'd be rather nice to fit in my clothes again, and be able to look at a reflective surface without keeling over in horror. I'm very much enjoying my new, reduced appetite. And I'm hoping that my cream cake fetish days are now over (I never even liked them before the evil mirtazapine got hold of me - see kids, drugs really are bad). I've contemplated taking a photographic record of my disappearing lardiness, but the less evidence remaining of Fat Betsie the better, frankly.

If I can summon the will and brainpower, there will be a eulogy on the subject of Doctor Who and it's all-conquering greatness headed this way soon. There, I've said I'll do it, now I have to :)