48 hours came and went with no pill. Sleep last night was shitty. Partly because Avery was in our room and her sleeping bag as loud as all hell. Next time the in-laws visit she gets a blanket instead of the polyester Dora bag.
Much of the day I was really tired and in a bad mood. I get to miss a day tomorrow - with my boss and half the company away in Toronto at our User Group Conference, on top of it being a Monday, I'm expecting it to be quite a blast.
Good times.
Until tomorrow evening then.
After 7 years on the drug Paxil (20mg a day to treat anxiety) my new physician suggested that it was time to get off the drug. All I've read about coming off Paxil has scared me to death and it has been suggested that I keep a journal, so here we are. This will be running account (updated when can / when I remember) of my journey to becoming Paxil free. Wish me luck. Figure out what I've done to get Bernard Riemann's attention and you get a shiny nickel.
This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs.
Any questions?
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