Posted by Lindsay Rae on March 24, 2004, at 20:37:57
In reply to Re: Is any of this research on SSRIs really legit?, posted by KathrynLex on March 22, 2004, at 18:28:51
I really appreciate all of your feedback. I did take the Zoloft this past week because my pharmacy, which is an hour away and only opens during my work hours (8-5), shorted me eleven pills last month, and I couldn't pick up the rest since I will be working now and unable to go to that pharmacy. I called two days before running out, and asked them to call in the remainder to a pharmacy close to my house, and the woman offered to just drop them in the mail that afternoon. I agreed that it would be fine. To my dismay, when I got home from work Friday, there were no pills, but there was a card from the post office letting me know that the package was twelve cents short on postage, and I'd have to retrieve them from the post office, which incidentally is pretty far away as well, and again, same hours. So for this week, I took Zoloft, and I have to say I don't know if that's the reason I've been so weepy. My bosses took me in the board room to inform me that my finger print record finally came back, and there is a Petit Theft charge. I reeled. Three years ago, I was arrested for eating a single donut hole from an Entenman's box while shopping. The manager approached me and asked sternly if I was going to pay for them. I kind of laughed, saying "Of course I'm going to pay for them." He took offense to the smirk, yelling "Oh, you think this is funny?" Then to the cashier, "Call the police!" I was arrested, spent the night in jail, and brought to court in the morning, where a public defender advised me to plead "No Contest", assuring me that ajudification would be withheld. All of this meant nothing to me, since I've never been through the legal system before. The judge released me, and I never mentioned the incident again, except to joke about what we came to call the "donut caper." Now I could lose my job over this. But I don't know if it was the AD chaos that caused me to burst into tears for two hours rather than calmly explain the situation to my supervisors and collectively come up with a plan to have the charge expunged. The part I left out, which was perhaps the most crucial, is that my husband was in the restroom while I was shopping, and he had our money in his wallet. When I informed the manager that I'd prove I was buying the stupid donuts when my husband came out of the restroom, he went looking for him. Just as the police arrived, the manager returned holding my husband by the collar. "Look what I found," he said smugly. He had found him in the restroom doing cocaine. With a NEEDLE. That is the real reason I ended up in jail, although it's not stated on the arrest report. I found out I was pregnant just after Christmas 2001 (we were in jail on 12-18-01), and I fled to my parents' house to get away from my husband's drug problem. He died last November. Overdosed on dope. I am raising an amazing little girl. She's 18 months now, and I get so much joy from her. I miss her daddy, even though it was a rough ride with him, and I had to keep a distance between us because of the baby.
Phew, sorry about the inane blathering. I'm kind of annoyed about the redirection of the thread, even though I expected it. I posted the same thread on the med board and the psych board because I wanted several different perspectives. It's not like it was totally unrelated to psychology. Oh well.
Thanks for all the feedback. I'm still without my Lexapro, but I'm so mixed up about whether any of them even work, I don't even care. For breakfast I have Phentermine, Methadone, and a big glass of water. At bedtime I take one Xanax and one over the counter sleeping pill so I won't lay awake fighting panic and despair over losing my guy, for whom I haven't grieved yet because I have to "be strong" for the baby. That's what everyone says.
I pray that no one from work comes to this board. I'd be fired for sure if they did. But I'm relieved to talk to others who share the same concerns and know where I'm coming from. A therapist from work let me hide in her office when I was weeping yesterday, and a nurse helped me with the Lexapro situation, although I won't say how. Let's just say she introduced me to the rep, who gave me some useful information.
'Night All, and thanks for listening...
L Rae
poster:Lindsay Rae
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