I'm not much of a pill person. Really. I believe that I'm doing remarkably well to be remembering my 5 each morning. But one of the pills did not seem to be controlling the symptoms that it was supposed to control. I started reading up on this drug and was surprised to find that it was quite a powerful drug with an assortment of side effects, some of which were already troubling me. It occurred to me that really, taking this drug was like swatting mosquitoes with a baseball bat, and so I quit taking the drug. Cold turkey. I suppose that I really hadn't ought to have done that. I cannot say whether or not my impulsive decision had anything to do with the events of the next few days. After struggling to get through my work day for most of last week, I had my powerhouse Saturday, and then I was flat on my back sick for the next two and a half days, sleeping 10 and 12 hours at a time, getting up for two and falling back to sleep for several more hours. Strange dreams, and nightmares too. Nausea, and sweating and chills. I've still got no appetite, although I can drink water by the quart. It seems to be on the downhill side now, and I went back to work this morning. What a few days that was, and let me tell you, there is nothing going to get me to take another one of those pills. Ever. Mind you, I've no idea if they actually were at the root of all of this, but, by golly, my mind is made up, so don't be confusing me with facts.
Today I worked nine hours and came home, got our truck and headed out to shovel a truckload of compost. I drove it back home and then shoveled it off again. I'm sweaty and tired, and have just polished off another quart of water. I'll take a long hot shower and then I expect to sleep soundly tonight, untroubled by nightmares.