I don't think doctors realize what I mean when I say I cannot take drugs that cause "drowsiness" (or even some that claim not to, like Claritin) - then again, Jerry's time in the hospital certainly made it clear that people in the medical professions have a different idea of what qualifies as "acceptable" side effects than I do. But I'm coming up on 48 hours since I took that second Paxil, and I'm still zonked. I also have bloodshot, sore eyes, and had a bit of nausea the other day - no, this will not do. The doctor wasn't in today, but I spoke to her nurse and let her know what's going on, and the doctor will call me tomorrow. At this point I'm ready to stick with just the Xanax (which I haven't taken since Saturday morning, to see if it was the combination that was zonking me out - but no, I'm sure it's just the Paxil) and just try to deal with the rest of it as I can. But I'll see what the doctor has to say.
Concrete walls were poured in the basement today; tomorrow the forms will be removed, and other things (basement plumbing? gutters? stairs to the screened-in porch?) will happen. Turns out the roofers did finish their job on Friday, which is good.
Mostly gloomy day. Mostly didn't do much, as it took an effort to get off the couch... but I couldn't sleep.
Where's my honey? He should be here.
ETA: But no! Gutters now Wednesday, plumber Thursday. Maybe.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.