All day I have been in a sweat or hot flash. I'm just hot, hot, hot. I'm slow to think, and keep saying the wrong word or stopping mid sentence from some sort of brain fart. I'm foggy brained and I feel like I'm floating... the here but not here feeling.
Anyway, it was a funky day. I don't think I was ever clear. My cousin came over and helped me prep the remaining weeks pill doses and seperate them accordingly by placing and labeling them in little baggies. (very convenient on a nightly basis) I'm so grateful to her and her support through this. Whether its a mood swing or feeling ill, she has been there. I am forever grateful of her love.
I was thinking that although I hate being sleepy, I much rather be sleepy than nauseated all of the time. (I absolutely loathe being nauseated) so if I have to just barely get through work and pass out every evening until the following morning until my 77 days are over, well then... fluff me up a pillow and lets do this because from all the horror stories that I've heard about Effexor withdrawal, I've come a VERY long way while still relatively living a normal life only by the grace of God.
Okay so I'm struggling to even type this right now, train of thought keeps zapping away from me. Thats all for now, I think I'll try my second cup of coffee and if that doesnt work I'm taking a nap in the women's bathroom. Don't judge me.
xoxo