Anna’s Adventures

I am a Gym Bunny. Its official.

Every day I need to go through the glass doors, and move it and shake it in a room filled with noise and Lycra.

I feel so much better at the end. I take my clothes off and get into the dry sauna. I sweat even more, until my skin feels pure. Then a cold shower, clothes on and a weary walk to the train.

Endorphins. Yum!

I’m back on the pills, back on the serotonin. I got a script for zoloft from the doctor, and finally got back onto the sanity-masters.

I think I’m heading for a high, though. In a GOOD way.

I’m falling in love at the drop of a hat. Getting excitable all the time.  I joined the gym, and I really feel lovely about it.

Woo!

Whenever things get bad, you resort to pretty girls, and I resort to being jealous of them.

What faster way to restore the hierarchy?

No more.

Several days without sertraline (aka Zoloft). My last one was the 26th December. At first, I didn’t notice any changes and started to think I’d be OK without it for a while longer.  The reason I am going without is that I ran out of pills and my pdoc is away right now. I don’t know HOW I ran out of pills. I have so many prescriptions for zoloft that it isn’t really funny. But I manage to loose them all. I found one at the beginning of the month, but it turned out to be the last repeat.

I have noticed a few things since being off the zoloft

• My sleeping patterns are awful. I can’t sleep at night, and I can’t get up in the morning
• I fight with everyone. Every little thing upsets me.
• The Seroquel puts me straight to sleep, and its hard to stay awake at work without drinking a litre of coffee (exacerbating the first point)
• My mind wanders a lot
• I find myself acting without any regard for known consequences of my actions and without reserve even though I recognise them
• My dreams are getting more real, and my reality is getting more dream like