So hi! What up, yo? I’m blogging from my phone tonight because I can’t be bothered to get out of my cozy bed and find my laptop. Also, Adam is snoring next to me and I think he needs a good kick. In the balls. Hang on a moment. Okay, I’m back. Apparently yanking your bedmate’s pillow out from under them helps quite a bit when attempting to get them to SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m feeling very pleasant right now, can you tell?
I switched to Zoloft a few months ago because it is supposed to be more baby friendly and help with Intrusive Thoughts and General Anxiety. It was awesome all the up to the point when I realized that it was causing horrible stomach pain. (See: ER visit) I tried various methods of cutting pills in half, halving daily dosage, and full stomach but in the end the only thing that MOSTLY worked was eating wheat. (See: wheat intolerence)
Eventually I just decided that more pain was unacceptable (see: fibromyalgia) and the wheat was making me ill so I went to my meds shrink and requested something else. I told her that I was taking 100mg Zoloft and then 50mg for a week and completely stopped two days prior to my appointment. She asked if I could hold off on starting anything else for a while. (See: still pregnant) After I stopped laughing she prescribed Elavil. I began taking it that night.
A few days later Adam got food poisoning/stomach flu/etc. I began to feel horrid but in a different way. I was going through motherfucking withdrawal. Oh Nelly, this was not cool. On Tuesday, Egg threw up for the first time. Directly after eating a big breakfast, all the fuck over himself, his carseat, and my car. I watched it all from the baby mirror below my rearview mirror. It was not pleasant.
Later that morning after we were de-vomited I took Egg’s temperature and it was 103.7. I thought two things: “Holy Fuck!!” and “He doesn’t feel that hot.” So I took my temp and it was 101. 5. Obviously it was a defective thermometer! That evening I purchased a new thermometer and took everyone’s temp. Oops. I was running a fever. So was Egg. I had been giving Egg Tylenol/Advil during this time because I knew he was feverish. I simply couldn’t tell how hot given my own fever.
I waited to begin shitting and/or barfing. Eventually I thought that possibly my fever was just another withdrawal symptom. According to Dr. Google, it could be. So now I have a recovering husband, a sick toddler, a surly as fuck teenager (don’t get me started!), I’m pregnant, and wanting to just fucking die rather than continue to deal with my withdrawal. And wondering how the fetbryo is handling all this as my pregnancy symptoms are mostly gone.
Plus!! Extra bonus!! It is too early for the Elavil to make any difference so I’m basically an unmedicated ragingly hormonal anxious moody bitch. Wanna hang out?