Hi cashart. I'm glad you were honest with your psychiatrist. I'm sorry you feel you can't be 100% with your husband, although I do fully understand that you don't wish to worry him or have significant rights taken away because of illness. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I never told my husband a white lie.

I hope the 600 mg helps. I can't speak for you, but sometimes when my Seroquel XR dose goes up it takes a couple days for it to really do what it is supposed to. Perhaps it will work the same for you. 600 mg is a drag, whether IR or XR, but for some reason it now seems to be my normal dose that I take more often than any other dose.

I wrote a blog post a long while back called "That driver is definitely loopy! Watch her do a loop de loop." The content is fairly short, so I'll include it for fun.
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Anyone that’s read my blog knows I love to dance. Sometimes I crank up the music in my car and have a blast and drive real fast! Yea, I definitely sing my heart out. Being in the driver’s seat don't prevent me from dancing up a storm or shout. A favorite song gets me hopping in my seat, waving my arms, slapping the steering wheel like a drum. I put my foot on the clutch, shift that stick, step on the gas pedal moving my whole body, and shifting my bum . Vrooooom, vroom, vroooom, vroom, vroom, errrrrrt! Don't worry, nobody ever gets hurt.

I have plenty of favorite songs from classical to jazz to rock and roll, but there are a few that when driving, particularly move my soul. Do you want to hear my all-time favorite car jamming tunes? I bet a lot of you know them by heart, too. To listen to them at the volume I sing them, turn the volume WAAAAY up, my chum. Perhaps if you heard my voice you’d start howling, but alone in my closed car window world, I’ve got a voice as cool as they come. You better believe those in the passing cars, and those behind them, think I’m super loopy. But I don’t care if I'm seen, because I am the ultimate dancing queen!

Sometimes while the song is playing, I’m approaching my home destination. I’m not yet ready to stop the party, so I pass my street, and do a loop de loop. Sometimes a new great song starts just after the last, so you might find me circling the neighborhood, improvising my new route...just like they do in a jazz group. At that time, I turn off the radio and finally head home. I pull into my garage with my heart beating fast. I sit a few moments more, and recover from the jammin' dash.

What is your favorite driving song, cashart?