Well, whatever you do, DON'T COME OFF CELEXA!!! If you can help it, that is. I'm going through a hellish withdrawal from just 10 mg/day that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy's pet iguana. I've been alternately irritable, weepy, petulant, uncoordinated, brain-zapped, goofy, hypomanic, distractible, and full of rage.......my family is about ready to throw me out of the house! (heh-heh, I pay the mortgage, so they can't really do that even if they did want to)

But as much as I want to go back on the AD, I think I'd rather march straight into Hell before going through this again. I've got a call out to my pdoc, who just got back from vacation and was totally swamped today so I didn't get to talk to him. It's OK, I'm not THAT effed-up.........although I probably should'nt have denied it when the receptionist (who doubles as triage person) asked me if I was in crisis. (No, I called just to check in and ask him if he enjoyed his vacation.)

I gotta learn the rules here---to me, it's not a crisis unless you're standing on the third floor of a building, ready to jump out the window, or you're up in the clock tower loading an assault weapon. But if I guess if I want to talk to the doctor on the same day I call, I'd better learn to overreact and say Yes when asked if I'm "in crisis". Sheesh!