I slept hard last night. I think I fell asleep pretty quickly and I didn't hear a single thing until my alarm went off. That included my husband coming into the bedroom and changing clothes, etc. I'm not so sure that I like that... but I guess it is better than being woken up multiple times at night!
Communicating is hard. Especially via text message. Things can be misconstrued, misinterpreted. There is no way to convey tone; and that is an integral part of conversations. This morning, I had a text message conversation with my husband that went awry.
I don't like leaving issues unresolved throughout the day, especially in my not 100% mentally/emotional well state of mind. So I apologized and moved on. I wanted him to move on as well. That's a change for me.
It could be that the fluoxetine is just having a placebo effect on me right now. Or it could be that it is working and helping me. Mellowing me out; bringing back the old me. I have a lot to work on personally. Mostly trust issues. I have valid reasons for questioning my husband's whereabouts... but I'm working to overcome those issues.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Day 1
The backstory...
I've never had bad periods. Well, I've never had bad PMS. Cramps, some irritability, etc. Nothing that I couldn't deal with. Granted, I was on birth control for at least 10-12 years. Then I had kids, my husband had a vasectomy, and I didn't see a need for birth control again.
Flash forward to the past 6 months or so. My periods were a little irregular, getting shorter, and I wasn't feeling great. Cramps were bad. And every month, my PMS started getting worse. And worse. And worse... the past 2 months have been awful. So bad to the point where I was afraid I'd ruined my marriage.
Last week, I felt crazy. Literally out of control. There was nothing that I could do to control my behavior. The lows were really bad... crying, screaming, hiding from everything. Imagine dealing with all of that and trying to function as a wife, mother, teacher. It was really, really bad. My girlfriends were worried, the men in my life didn't understand.
Luckily, I am a talker. I talked to anyone and everyone about my feelings. I ended up going to meet with my gynecologist. She prescribed me a 10 mg dose of Prozac. I was instructed to either take it everyday, or to take it in the 7-10 days before my period.
I've opted to take it everyday. Or every night, since it can make you drowsy. My husband wasn't 100 % on board with me taking anything, but he also doesn't want me to go psychotic again. So here we are.
Day one. I took the first pill last night. I think it did make me a little sleepy. I'm using this blog to document my feelings, physically and emotionally while I'm on this pill. So far so good.
I've never had bad periods. Well, I've never had bad PMS. Cramps, some irritability, etc. Nothing that I couldn't deal with. Granted, I was on birth control for at least 10-12 years. Then I had kids, my husband had a vasectomy, and I didn't see a need for birth control again.
Flash forward to the past 6 months or so. My periods were a little irregular, getting shorter, and I wasn't feeling great. Cramps were bad. And every month, my PMS started getting worse. And worse. And worse... the past 2 months have been awful. So bad to the point where I was afraid I'd ruined my marriage.
Last week, I felt crazy. Literally out of control. There was nothing that I could do to control my behavior. The lows were really bad... crying, screaming, hiding from everything. Imagine dealing with all of that and trying to function as a wife, mother, teacher. It was really, really bad. My girlfriends were worried, the men in my life didn't understand.
Luckily, I am a talker. I talked to anyone and everyone about my feelings. I ended up going to meet with my gynecologist. She prescribed me a 10 mg dose of Prozac. I was instructed to either take it everyday, or to take it in the 7-10 days before my period.
I've opted to take it everyday. Or every night, since it can make you drowsy. My husband wasn't 100 % on board with me taking anything, but he also doesn't want me to go psychotic again. So here we are.
Day one. I took the first pill last night. I think it did make me a little sleepy. I'm using this blog to document my feelings, physically and emotionally while I'm on this pill. So far so good.
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