Back in the fall, I heard that my anti-depressant was being linked to heart problems. Fatal type problems. I'm a fan of being alive, so after talking to my doctor I decided to switch brands. It has been a roller coaster of a time since then. The first one we tried did not work. Did not, did not, did not. In fact, it made me much worse. Quitting it was also one of the hardest things I've gone through. The second brand worked (yay!) but gave me hives. Hmmmm. I like being cheery, but I don't like itching. On to brand three. So far, this one seems to be okay. It's still a pretty low dose, so I feel like I'm not taking anything, but I'm not itching, and that's a good thing.
If you ever want to make a person crazy, play around with their meds for 8 months. Or better yet, mess around with their SPOUSE'S meds....I'm pretty sure hubby is getting ready to run away from home.
All this to say I haven't dropped off the planet, I will blog again, and if you know me in real life I'm very sorry for the moodiness you've been subjected to. Things will get better, I promise.