**This post is slightly redundant, only because I was so whacked out, I forgot that I had written about it already. DAMNED YOU WONKY MEDS!!!!!

I’ll premise this by saying, I knew I hated seroquel from the first moment I took it.I was groggy soon after taking it, the walking dead the next day, and I could’t workout without feeling like I was going to pass out or puke. I couldn’t find my words, I couldn’t think straight.As the week went on I continued to feel weepy, anxious and tired, by Friday I was desperate and feeling hopeless. By Friday evening I was pretty sure there was only one way out of this misery.Anyhow, it ended with me discontinuing seroquel and commencing a 72hr suicide watch.I was immediately put on Symbyax, which is a combo of Zybrexa and Prozac.I then proceeded to sleep like someone hit me with an elephant tranquilizer. I slept for a full 24 hrs. My son checked to see if my heart was still beating at one point. I briefly slide into consciousness for a moment to see my husband checking to see if I was breathing as I faded back out again.When I finally woke up, there was a sticky note on my lamp from my daughter (she has an obsession with sticky notes) that said,

“Mom, Never Be Scared”
I think the worst part of this, is how it affects my family.

Anyhow, we shall see how this pharmaceutical experiment works out. Maybe I’ll grow a third eye or something.