Psycho Bitch

Me, Psycho Bitch?
Yep, that is how I have been lately. I have also been so emotional that when I am not bitching, then I am crying, or faking it.
If you know me, calling me a psycho bitch is like calling me a rock star. Yeah, not happening.
And if anyone even thinks that it might be menopause, well you better not say that in your comment. I may lash out at you or start crying.
No, it is a change of medicine. One of the medications I use for my depression. About four weeks ago, my psychiatrist suggested that if I try this new medication, it might be more helpful. So over about a weeks time, I slowly stopped taking one and began the new one.
And then it happened, all hell broke loose...... I think that Ty wouldn't even spank me for my sharp tongue or for throwing a bag of trail mix at him. He was afraid that I might, I don't know, lash out at him. So, he slept with one eye open, knowing that I had access to all of the paddles and I wasn't afraid to use them. So the spankings kind of weren't happening.
But there was also the sad, very sad, crying my heart out sad. Probably more painful for Ty to watch then for me to bite his head off.

So what did I do, knowing that all of this was going on? Nope, I didn't call the doctor. I disobeyed not only Ty but ignored my common sense. I went down on the dosage of the new pill. See I worked in a pharmacy when I was sixteen, as a cashier, so I know all about how to deal with medicines. Right? (don't burst my bubble)
And the drop did help some. I wasn't as nauseous and instead of being dizzy I was only light headed. The other issues did not change. So what did I do? Come on, you know what I did....... nothing.

My appointment was this morning. At one point, in the last couple of days, I kind of yelled at Ty that he was so "overly" concerned with me, then he should take off from work and go in with me. And Ty did. Once again, the psycho bitch got me in trouble. Ty told me that he was going to be honest with the doctor, tell him everything that had been going on with my moods, etc. He thinks that I might not be telling my doctor everything. Someone, and not me, was wrong. My doctor had all kinds of notes about what I had shared and how I felt. My brain works perfectly fine when not negatively drugged. The doctor talked about the Serotonins, situational depression, etc. And Ty was pleased that I had been telling him and my doctor all that was going on.
End result: change of medicine again, go off the new one and back onto the old one.

Now aren't you all glad that I haven't been commenting on your blog posts? You could never predict what I might say.
And even though this thing with my medication is something serious, I am writing about it kind of tongue in cheek. Laughter is the best medicine.