Posted by Ilene on February 26, 2004, at 19:01:36
In reply to Marplan Diary Day 13, posted by Ilene on February 25, 2004, at 18:37:50
Third day at 40 mg. Still no effects nor side effects. Nada. Zilch. Naught. I am still very depressed, but right now I feel a little better than I did this morning or yesterday.
I thought I had screwed myself by waiting until the last minute to get more Marplan, because I figure the local drugstore doesn't have much call for it, so they would be out. My pdoc called because she wanted to see how I was doing, and called the pharmacy and got me to make an appt to see her tomorrow. The pharm. gave me a few pills to tide me over while they reorder. Disaster averted, out another $130 tomorrow.
The big news for today is that I saw my new chronic fatigue syndrome doc. I posted about it because he said some interesting things about ADs:
http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/20040223/msgs/317995.htmlI just googled him and found out that he is Laura Hillenbrand's physician ("Seabiscuit").
He certainly has a lot of interesting things to say. For one thing, he thinks depression and anxiety are both symptoms of cfs. (Not exclusively, obviously.) He explains many of my physical oddities as related to each other. My bad feet and bad veins are due to a mild hyperflexibility in my joints and connective tissue, which is linked to my dysautonomia, which is linked to my cfs. The chronic stiffness in my neck and shoulders is a muscular reaction to having loose ligaments. I need to be careful with yoga poses. This is strange, because I never thought of myself as being loose-jointed.
I'm still a little disturbed over his comment about "antidepressants not working". I know that's not what he meant, but that's what I heard. I just can't get over that rush of despair.
Coming home on the subway I read that the med I'm on for cfs can cause depression. . . What to do?
My son didn't take his key, so he wasn't home when I got back. Not surprising, since I spent nearly 2 hours with this doc. (Amazing!) I couldn't get my key in the front door, either, which was pretty suspicious. My son guiltily confessed to pushing a twig into the lock. Frustrating, because I can't use the deadbolt--but there's another lock on the door keyed the same--and I feel sorry for the poor guy because he can't remember anything. BTW, the new doc thinks ADD, which my son has, is a dysautonomia, too.
I talked w/ the mom down the street where my son took refuge. We plan to do something this weekend. She's not as big a flake as my son's other friend's mom, the one I was supposed to do something with on Sunday. Maybe this will actually happen. She's a nice person, even if we don't have many interests in common.
I'm too tired to cook the zucchini to go with our leftover chicken.
I hope my husband calls me. Maybe I'll call my daughter.
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