So after years of being prescription med-less and without a pdoc...I screwed up the courage on Thursday to get my sorry sleep deprived backside to the local walk in for seroquel.

The doc I saw there was very kind and actually listened...he didn't think seroquel would be the best med for me, but he didn't hesitate in writing me a script so I could get some sleep. The 50 mg I took Thursday night worked like magic, I slept 8.5 hours! I've not slept that well in over 12 years. And I was productive yesterday. I followed the instructions to double the dose to 100 mg last night...Holy Frickin' Hell! What a nightmare that was, it felt like I'd been given and elephant sedative and 20 cups of espresso at the same time. I was up with the worst bugs under the skin until 3 am...I tried pacing the living room to work it off...laying in bed was torture, but I was so sedated at the same time, my knees kept buckling and I kept walking into the walls so I had to stay sitting up in bed babbling to myself and ride it out.

I was so out of it this morning I made myself what I normally have for a late night snack thinking I was making breakfast. I thought I was pouring myself a bowl of cereal but instead I was holding half a peanut butter sandwich in my hand. That's never happened before.

I'll just stick to the 50 mg dose tonight, the poison is clearly in the dose. I see the same GP on Monday.