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wakeiseiyoWell, it's official - I'm swapping Pills over to Wellbutrin from Lexapro. Per the Doc, this 'enhances sexual performance' ... I think he meant to say that it 'does not inhibit sexual performance', but I won't complain if I end up with the former rather than the latter. Lord knows it's Been Awhile.
No funky effects so far; had a sinus headache all day, so the first few hours haven't really been much of a litmus test, but still... Beats the insta-headache Lexapro gave me.
I'll take the Wellbutrin in the evening, and the titrate-to-nil Lexapro doses in the morning to avoid any crazy med mixes, and add in the Buspar as necessary for anxiety (I'm supposed to take it 'as directed' - 3x daily - but that's a bit much at once, I think. I'll titrate UP as needed on that one. It's a secondary med, anyway.)
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In other news, my grandmother is slowly dying, mostly from congestive heart disease. It's apparently painless, as slow deaths go, and she's been diagnosed with dementia for some time now, so... it's for the best - she's at least 95. I suppose I should be more sad than the 'eh, bummer' reaction I've got currently, but I never knew her well, and what I remember of her wasn't the woman, but the ancient Mauston house and its funky plastic cups and musty-smelling livingroom, as well as the board games that were missing pieces after so many years of extended grandchild use, the creaky stairs and the noise of the train tracks right behind the house... And that house has long since been emptied and sold off. The most prominent item of that old house (to my memories of 'visiting grandma') is in our living room now, a wooden sculpture of a Chinese fisherman and his catch, so. . . Yeah, I'm stuck at 'eh.' Mom's a little worse off, but the mother that she knew growing up withered away a long, long time ago with the onset of the dementia. She's planning to fly out Friday-Monday, which means that if I drop her off for her buttcrack-o'-dawn flight, I can lounge at Starbucks before catching an extra hour of work Friday morning, or just work a 7-4pm day instead of 8-5ish. Could prove useful. Who knows.
Sunday is the Tea fundraiser at Kitayama (Bristol and Jamboree, off the 73. Someday I'll actually go EAT there, instead of drink tea!), and thank GAWD I won't have to perform. I'm a little off as it is - I already chipped a plate at Monday's lesson, and the more I think about it, the more paranoid I am about having chipped other items and not noticed, which means I can't salvage the chip and glue it on. Fuuuuuuuuuck and all that. Cardinal Sin of Tea: Breaking any of the utensils. I KNOW I damaged one piece, and I'm TERRIFIED Sensei will discover other damage I missed in the 'ohcrapohcrapohcrap' stage of trying not to drop anything else. That thought alone had me on edge and near tears the rest of Monday night; thank goodness I got some decent sleep.
Now I'm off to look at eBay for new plates to offer up as a consolation prize for the ones I broke. *crosses fingers*
No funky effects so far; had a sinus headache all day, so the first few hours haven't really been much of a litmus test, but still... Beats the insta-headache Lexapro gave me.
I'll take the Wellbutrin in the evening, and the titrate-to-nil Lexapro doses in the morning to avoid any crazy med mixes, and add in the Buspar as necessary for anxiety (I'm supposed to take it 'as directed' - 3x daily - but that's a bit much at once, I think. I'll titrate UP as needed on that one. It's a secondary med, anyway.)
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In other news, my grandmother is slowly dying, mostly from congestive heart disease. It's apparently painless, as slow deaths go, and she's been diagnosed with dementia for some time now, so... it's for the best - she's at least 95. I suppose I should be more sad than the 'eh, bummer' reaction I've got currently, but I never knew her well, and what I remember of her wasn't the woman, but the ancient Mauston house and its funky plastic cups and musty-smelling livingroom, as well as the board games that were missing pieces after so many years of extended grandchild use, the creaky stairs and the noise of the train tracks right behind the house... And that house has long since been emptied and sold off. The most prominent item of that old house (to my memories of 'visiting grandma') is in our living room now, a wooden sculpture of a Chinese fisherman and his catch, so. . . Yeah, I'm stuck at 'eh.' Mom's a little worse off, but the mother that she knew growing up withered away a long, long time ago with the onset of the dementia. She's planning to fly out Friday-Monday, which means that if I drop her off for her buttcrack-o'-dawn flight, I can lounge at Starbucks before catching an extra hour of work Friday morning, or just work a 7-4pm day instead of 8-5ish. Could prove useful. Who knows.
Sunday is the Tea fundraiser at Kitayama (Bristol and Jamboree, off the 73. Someday I'll actually go EAT there, instead of drink tea!), and thank GAWD I won't have to perform. I'm a little off as it is - I already chipped a plate at Monday's lesson, and the more I think about it, the more paranoid I am about having chipped other items and not noticed, which means I can't salvage the chip and glue it on. Fuuuuuuuuuck and all that. Cardinal Sin of Tea: Breaking any of the utensils. I KNOW I damaged one piece, and I'm TERRIFIED Sensei will discover other damage I missed in the 'ohcrapohcrapohcrap' stage of trying not to drop anything else. That thought alone had me on edge and near tears the rest of Monday night; thank goodness I got some decent sleep.
Now I'm off to look at eBay for new plates to offer up as a consolation prize for the ones I broke. *crosses fingers*
