Big problem. Big big problem. I've come to the conclusion my anti-depressants are making me violently ill. Like intense uncontrollable exorcist vomiting and then shaking. That can't be good right? I haven't been taking them every day like I'm supposed to because I haven't felt well (plus I'm forgetful while pregnant). Now I know why. This also explains my terrible "morning sickness". I'm willing to bet it wasn't morning sickness, seeing as it happened about 3-4 hours after I take my antidepressant every day. Hmm, suspicious. I'm going to stop taking them until my Dr. appt in a few days. Hopefully she'll have a good answer for me.
You know how the Hulk says, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."?
Well, it's kinda like that for me when I've been off my meds. You wouldn't like me without my crazy pills. Hell, I certainly don't like me. Which is part of the problem. In fact, now that I think about it, running around yelling "Tayia SMASH!" holds quite the appeal.
When I don't take them I get this intense body tingly thing that I can
not stand and I'm disoriented. Not to mention the fact that I go kinda bitch postal for the tiniest reasons and then enjoy harming myself. Ya, not good in the slightest. In case you were wondering though, I haven't done that in a very long time. Oh I've wanted to. But I haven't. I made Justin a promise and I'll keep my word to him no matter what.
Oh man, this isn't going to end well. Poor Justin. He's the one that's gonna have to put up with my cray-cray ass. I hope the doctor has an amazing solution I have simply overlooked in my freak-out.
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