February 2011
Prozac Diaries: Day 3
Yesterday, I took a 5-hour nap and then proceeded to watch all three 90-minute episodes of Tin Man on Netflix. Hopefully as my dosage of Prozac goes up, my energy level will, too.
Today and yesterday, I’ve noticed that my appetite is sufficiently smaller than it was on full Lexapro. In fact, while I’d normally be hungry for breakfast right away, today I waited until 11:30 am to eat something, and even then I wasn’t very hungry for the half a waffle I ate. I feel no need to snack. Two Newman-Os fill me up as opposed to like 13. Tonight I kind of want tempeh tacos for dinner, but I’m definitely not hungry yet, as I just ate a few hours ago. Last night, I didn’t have dinner until about 8, and I had a small portion of shell pasta. I’m feeling good about Prozac. I’d never realized that what bookmarrow said is true, that Lexapro makes you eat everything. But it now seems true enough.
Watching Tin Man on Netflix.
Geekin’ out because as a kid I read every Oz book I could get my hands on.
Prozac Diaries: Day 1
Today is my first day on Prozac. To be fair, my doctor is weaning me off of Lexapro while weaning me onto Prozac. So I took 15 mg of Lexapro today and 10 mg of Prozac today. 20 mg of Lexapro = 40 mg of Prozac.
The reason I’m switching is that Lexapro has made me unbearably sleepy. On Lexapro, I sleep for 12-14 hours every day. While I enjoy sleeping, it’s been interfering with my life. I don’t want to hang out with friends. I’m late for class. I don’t want to do anything. While I initially thought I had gained weight from birth control, now I suspect that I may have gained weight from an increased dosage of Lexapro, which happened around the same time I went on birth control.
Right now, with a bit of Prozac in my system, I feel far more energetic than I normally do. I have no craving for a nap, and I feel extremely motivated to get shit done. I feel a little weird, different than usual, but so far, so good.
I'm gonna go lay down with a pack of mint Newman-Os and read The Marrow of Tradition.
Later, y’all.
Prozac tomorrow
Never watching Glee again after tonight’s anything-but-straight-or-(male)-gay erasure massacre. Fuck that shit.
