4 Days From Hell

I just spent four days in abject depression. I slept most of the time, except when I literally drove myself to go pay the bills and get groceries - which I'd put off for the three days before that.

Finally got hold of the VA doctor - she'd call when I was asleep and I wouldn't get the call, or I'd call her when she was with a client...just a mish-mash of missing calls. Finally today, Wensdy, we made the connection and I told her about the nagging painful headache and the dizziness and this crashing depression.

She said it was all because I'd gone off the Zoloft too fast. And to take 50 mg right now, the headache and dizziness would be gone in less than two hours. So I went and took one.

And poof, all the agony I'd gone through was gone.

So now I'm on a weaning dose. That means slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y come off the stuff. After all, I've been taking the stuff for 12 years now. Gotta let my mind adjust to the new chemical balance.

In the meantime I got a critique from the Crabby Cows (#1) and everything she said made not only great sense, but it makes the whole episode sound better. So I'm relieved I didn't have a piece of shit out there.

By the way, anybody who'd like to critique the episode, send me an email and I'll get it pasted out to you. I want all the critiques I can get.

So that's been where my head's been - in the toilet. Now it's out of the toilet and I'm better. Still no 5,000-word post, but I figure Erik Ivan James can make do with this one until I get back in the saddle.

Thanks for coming 'round and reading. I appreciate it.

Today's burning question: Do you write? If so, why?