I haven't read back yet. I hope everyone is well.

For as much "better" as I am compared to the past, I admit I have my bad days. Yesterday and today are two of them. I was up all night before last. I felt fine. Then by about 10 am yesterday, I suddenly felt as if I were drugged. I remember having a conversation with H about being in respiratory depression and finding it hard to breathe. I told him I had been drugged. I fell asleep and had severe lucid dreams about a bioterrorist attack on the USA where anthrax spores fell like snow. When I woke up, I was extremely dizzy and felt as if my neck was in a vice grip. It took me 2 hours to get ready to go to the chiropractor and pharmacy.

Lesson: take your damn meds. I've been off BC for 3 weeks and have had a horrible menses. I didn't take my Zoloft for 3 days. I hadn't taken Zyrtec-D for 2 days. My chiro told me I was dizzy bc I quit taking Zoloft cold turkey (tho my neck was in rough shape). I got my Zoloft and Zyrtec-D last night and seeing my GP today. I hope he'll write me a script for BC. I still feel hella weird. I slept 12 hrs last night. My neck is killing me. I don't want to take Vicodin for fear of feeling weirder than I already do.

The evidence I'm better than I used to be: telling myself this is not reality and I will feel better once I get my meds back into my system. In the past, I would accept this reality and spiral downward into an episode of pure-tee crazy.

This still isn't fun, tho.