I like to think that those depression meds I stopped taking weren't really working. I was only on them for a few weeks, and the headaches I got were so bad I almost couldn't function. Thanks to the Celexa they tried me on first, the reaction to it slammed my body so hard, it knocked my immune system out and now I'm allergic to ibuprofen, the ONLY headache medicine I was ever able to take. I have told my doctor 3 times now that all Tylenol upsets my stomach, slow release or not, and he still refuses to believe me.
I recently joined a gym, so not having pain relievers is going to make this even worse.
Unfortunately, it appears that I need my depression meds. It's a nasty circle. I can treat everyone around me as if they don't matter, but they won't stick around for much longer if I keep it up. But, I can't take depression meds because of what they do to me. I feel like crying more often than not. My roommate shot a fucking nail through his knee and will now be here for a full month, in my face 24/7. This 3 days without him wasn't enough. I was getting tired of him being around even on the days he worked, god knows how I will deal with this every single day.
I am tired all the time but can't sleep. I toss and turn all night and can't turn my mind off. I have to go to the gym at 9:30 tomorrow, and I can't even tell how I will get through one session without wanting to collapse on the floor. I made it through belly dance today but only because it was fun.
Here's hoping the roommate is in the hospital one more night.
5 days ago I made a really silly mistake at work, something I never do. It worried my boss so much he actually came in 2 hours early to talk to me before my shift was over at 7am. He thinks there's something seriously wrong for me to miss something like that. He tried to ask me what was wrong, and I was so close to crying all I could do was shrug and say nothing. I'm close to crying all the time.
I hate this fucking town and hate my job even more.
Fuck.
