It’s kind of like post-nasal drip. It just slowly drip, drip, drips until it builds up enough that you finally realize you have a big glob of snot in your throat.
We’re going through a lot at home. Nothing bad, just the beginning of a big life change. It can take its toll pretty quickly.
This is not the time for me to be skipping my anti-depressants. I learned a long time ago that even a day or two missed has consequences down the line. I’d notice my mood making a dramatic shift either days or weeks later and I typically attributed it to a day when I skipped the Prozac.
It’s always an accident; I don’t skip on purpose. In the past, it was all about location. Based on where I put the pill bottle, I tended to easily forget to take the medicine every morning. Now, again based on location, I never miss a day. That is unless I’m sick, which is what happened last weekend. I took my last pill on a Friday fully intending to go to the pharmacy the next morning. Well, the next morning I got sick. Didn’t make it to the pharmacy the next morning either. So two days without Prozac.
You wouldn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it does. The Mr. continues to ask what’s wrong and there’s nothing specific, it’s just an overall funk.
This is not doing good things for my blood sugar. Because when I’m tired, cranky and generally drained, I eat. A lot.
