I took Trazodone at about, oh... 9pm - which is now yesterday. As I’ve been waiting to fall asleep I have listened to tons of music on my iPad. This actually counts as working because I am a radio DJ. but I’d rather be sleeping. Haven’t gotten much more that 2 or 3 hours of sleep in the past several days.

I’ve gotten out of bed a couple times for a cigarette. I should go up to my studio and do some work.

Anyway, Trazodone stinks - for me, that is.

Two minutes till 3:00

A couple people may have seen my previous threads wherein I explained that I hadn’t been to a doctor in twenty years. My wife made me go last week (I think) and they prescribed Abilify along with Trazodone.

Now it’s 3:00am. That’s the witching hour.

The Abilify nearly killed me dead on a single dose, so I haven’t taken anymore. Now my lovely wife is wanting me to call the doctor (nurse practitioner, actually) to relate what happened. Well... I don’t really want to. I’ve survived two decades without medication. I don’t remember the last cocktail I was on, but I think it was Paxil and Tegretol (sp?), and I quit them cold-turkey.

I don’t think I really have bipolar; I think I’m just a piece of excrement.

But, I’d still like to sleep. Soundly. And long. Looooooooong.

It’s 3:07, and I think I just wrote a blog post instead of a forum thread. So... raise your hand if you are also awake at the time the evil spirits are out doing whatever it is that do. Or used to.