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For whatever reason (I blame the Effexor) it has become clear to me that I can longer remain vertical. Thus I'm going home and falling into bed. Tomorrow I double the Effexor, thereby (I guess) doubling the fatigue and the nausea. Fabulous. I'll see you then.
Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.
Comments
sometimes laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and collecting your thoughts can be very productive. although it doesn't look it.
Posted by: mike.wilk | February 22, 2006 10:02 AM
Liz---have you ever heard of narcotics being used for depression? Here is a link to a discussion where an opiate is being used off-label for depression. The medicine is supposed to be used for opiate addicts, but ancedotes suggest that some people are not so much depressed as they are opiate-deficient.http://www.naabt.org/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=114
Posted by: jenny | February 22, 2006 02:51 PM