About a week ago I quit taking Wellbutrin. Since we began a wrongful death suit against Merck (my mother’s death certificate states that her heart attack was due to her 2000 stroke, which was caused by the Vioxx she took for about six years), I’ve become very conscious of how dangerous some of these new designer drugs can be. In my old Sixties jargon, I’ve “put it down.” And really, I think the WB had quit working anyway.
Medications always do with me. Since I quit, I’ve only experienced a low-grade headache, one that doesn’t even require aspirin, and an overwhelming sleepiness. Getting to sleep is the same as ever, but once I’m out, I’m really out. Today when I awoke, I looked at the clock thinking it was about 10:00. It was 2:30 in the afternoon! I haven’t slept like that in my entire life! Tonight I’m planning on being in bed by 2:00 a.m. and sticking to my usual 5 or 6 hours of sleep. I don’t think it’s entirely due to putting down the WB, I think it’s also let-down from the past 13 years of caretaking my parents in their final years.
I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to the reality series, “The Runway Project.” What a stu.
