Things had been going along really well (hence the lack of posts) - so well that I took myself off the Desipramine a few weeks ago. Of late however, I've found myself easily confused and frustrated, moody, insatiably hungry, and a general pain in the ass to be around in the domestic setting.
Sally mentioned the Desipramine thing. I told her I stopped taking it because the neurologist prescribed it for my headaches, and I wasn't having the headaches anymore. Sally insisted that Doctor Wolverine also prescribed the Desipramine to aid the clarity of thinking - something I forgot - then listed a boatload of potential side effects of going off SSRI's. What were they? See above.
I still had the pills in case this kind of thing were to happen, so I'm taking them again. Man, do I hate popping pills... but I hate having a sucky life just a little more (and making an avoidably sucky life for those I love a lot more.)
The goal is to get my GP to ole the continuation of the Desipramine prescription so I don't have to go back to the neurologist again, since all they do is state the obvious and charge me a specialist's assload for the priviledge. More on that as it develops. I have about two weeks (standard ramp-up and ramp-down time for SSRI's) to figure out if the Desipramine gets me back to normal-ish, or if I'm authentically and permanently retarded.
Until then, I'll be scratching my head since the damned things make my skull itch. Grumble.
