The drugs do work
Posted on July 19, 2014
Decided to have a dabble at withdrawing from prescribed medications. I’ve been on SSRIs since February 2013 and as the future clears and my past recedes, I decided – without any medical consultation (except Google of course) – to halve my daily dose to 20 mg on Thursday and Friday.
Didn’t go that well and perhaps need to book in to see my GP for a phased reduction.
I was tetchy on Thursday, worse on Friday when I withheld the dose until 6pm and still on edge today when I’ve gone to normal amounts of 40mg.
They’re a weird thing. I’ve taken Omeprazole for acid reflux for years and never batted an eyelid but feel the need to come off Fluoxetine, arguably for no other reason than initially I felt a social stigma attached to Prozac. To be honest though, now I’ve admitted it, loads of friends have said they’re on anti-depressants. They’ve been kind enough though not to attribute this to my dark blogs!
Prozac is a number – no, not a digit – it’s a proper noun obvs but in verb format it numbs.
Wife and children get injured, reaction – Oh dear.
Career ends – wevs.
Eat gluten accidentally – yolo.
I’m not entirely sure if this is a good thing. I’d love to meet my nemesis in some dark alleyway in say Cromer and instead of shaking hands, which he wouldn’t do obvs, shake my fist and rage.
I’m genuinely optimistic though that I will manage to shake off the double dose and if not, I’m on prepaid prescription of £10 a month so it’s no big deal financially. If I had thick blood and clots, I’d take Warfarin, so if I’ve suffered from depression, anxiety and stress, why not Prozac? I’ll tell you why – they make me more laid back, less on edge, no aggression, more tactful and coming from a working class Yorkshire background, that’s just not right. Is it?