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[wendyzski]

When we last left our intrepid heroine: after a day of shivers/sweating, nausea, dizziness, panic attacks, crying jags, and the occasional auditory hallucination, s

However, it turns out that when I called that number and asked "how late are you open", they were apparently already closed and their phones were being forwarded to Bridgeview! So here I was, after a half-mile walk through some rather sketchy neighborhoods, shivering in front of a closed clinic.

I was able to find a sign for another location about a mile away, and called to confirm that they were indeed open and that I was talking to the actual people at that address. So I decided I'd walk to the nearest large-ish intersection and get a cab. I started walking.

That's when the tornado sirens went off.

I took shelter in a Starbucks and called ashtalet to have him check the weather radar on his computer. He reported that the worst of it was passing to the south of where I was, so I waited until the rain and wind died down a bit and then got a cab over to the other clinic.

They were very nice, as it was clear that I was not well. They gave me a quick physical and neuro workup and said "Yep - don't take that again. It IS safe to take your old dose of your old med when you get home, so do so. Also, you're feverish and dehydrated." They gave me a small script for Xanax to cushion things until my old meds can get my brain chemicals back in balance, and told me to see my doc in the next few days.

I got home around midnight, and found I couldn't get online - apparently ripco is down, because I can't get on from webmail either. I'd guess storm damage. Had some bad moments waiting for the xanax to kick in (I only took 1/2 tablet because I know i'm a bit sensitive to it), but kept reminding myself that not being able to check online didn't mean my friends weren't there, and that I could call them if I really needed to, but let's see if we can not need to.

Woke a little groggy and still not feeling at all well, but made it into work. I've already explained matters to HR (I'm actually ill - here's the slip - the last thing I need right now is people thinking I'm faking this, or to worry about my job). My doctor is in at 1:30, and I've requested a call this afternoon and have an appointment Thursday afternoon.

My guess is that I'll be back on the paxil for a while. I'd still like to look at a different med eventually, but certainly not THIS one. Also, given what happened this time, I think I'd rather do that under the care of a psychologist who is more familiar with the meds and their effects. I love my GP, but in this case I want a specialist.

Comments

[wendyzski.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I still feel pretty fragile, but I'm working on it, and mostly have to wait for the bad drugs to finish leaving my system and the okay ones to get things topped off properly. I'm guessing a week or so.

[capi.livejournal.com]

I know from experience that that kind of waiting in those kind of circumstances.... a week suddenly becomes on mammothly HUGE thing.

((( hug ))) I will be here resting double. One for me, one for you. *smile* Want to borrow some of these here beautiful spoons?