Monday, October 21, 2013

Life without my Crazy Meds

Dammit, I love me some crazy meds.

And just like that, we shut them all down.  Three of them.  High doses.  Well, according to the OB's panic in her face they were freakishly high, but I will not allow myself to speak for her.

Rar.  I am a real fucking joy to live with right now.  Heaven help the poor bastard that unwisely chooses to splash in my bathtub.

Anxiety?  Me?  25 days until next u/s.  Might was well be next year.

Whatever took Mannie, the one-chance-in-several-million, rears it's head again.  It spooks me with my increased chances of several-chances-in-several-million.  These are my rough numbers, not the official ones from the genetic counselors.  Maternal Fetal Medicine is at my disposal should I want to pick those scabs.  Benefits of BLM.  Huh.

And they took my zit medicine too.  It really just might be a tumor today.


  1. I feel your pain. Literally. I refilled my crazy meds mid first trimester at a new pharmacy and there it was, a bright yellow sticker on the bottle claiming high chance of birth defects. I talked it out with several different OB's and decided to just lower my dose and get every test possible. So yeah, in a few weeks I'll probably have a new baby that goes through some withdrawl, but at least I will be able to ramp my dose back up in time to deal with it in a less crazy manner. Is there something else you can take to help? Did they give you some options? Maybe they just thought I was just too crazy to chance it without something. I will be thinking of you. Zits and all. I'm sorry about this. I love me some crazy meds too.

  2. I miss my Zoloft. Low dose, but it helped and I was loving it! So I can relate!

  3. Oh honey. I love you. I'm sorry everything is hard and scary and I wish I could meet you for (decaf) coffee and hold your hand and tell you that you can do this. You can. My ear is yours should you want to talk or text or just know someone's on the other end.

    <3 <3 <3

  4. Pregnancy after loss is a bumpy scary ride. I've been there so I know. Hang in there.

  5. Yuck, I'm so sorry! Hope the next 24 days fly by.

    I was working at a pharmacy when my sister was pregnant and our pharmacist led our students through a study to find the safest anti-depressant to take during pregnancy. Results: Prozac or the correlating generic. If that helps!

  6. I'm sorry that something you feel is so supportive has been taken away at a time when you need extra support. That just seems harsh.
    Hang in there, my friend, and maybe lock the bathroom door when you are bathing.

  7. YAAAAARG! I'm so sorry. I just keep hoping there's gonna be a sh*tload of joy to make up for the insanity and whatever misery is swamping you right now.