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Heroes and Villains...
Apr. 5th, 2003 08:18 pmMy life occasionally seems to be ruled by a series of odd coincidences. Odd elements from dreams crop up the next day, an episode of a television show parallels something at work, an article I’ve read proves mysteriously relevant to what’s going on in my life. For example: a while ago, I went online at work and when the home page came up, one of its features that day was a depression test which I printed out and took, with predictable results. Later that same day I was reading an entry in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave’s Journal (about which I had been lurking) in which be made an offhand comment about anti-depressants. I figured that if such a hoopy frood could need help, maybe I should look into the option as well. I guess you could say that he was part of my inspiration. An erudite, well-spoken gentleman with a penchant for fly-fishing (well, all heroes need a tragic flaw, right?) and depression? Thing might not be as bad as I thought.
Anyway, another one occurred today. It actually started yesterday, when I went to see Dr. Depression, my psychiatrist. He decided, based on the reactions I was having to the Effexor, to augment it with Wellbutrin (actually, its generic equivalent, thanks to my insurance company’s prescription plan) and Ambian as needed for the insomnia. Well it seems thatfearsclave has been down a similar road, only with the Wellbutrin as the primary med, and with good results. So congratulations to fearsclave! I hope I can follow your example.
On a related note, I think the medication is causing me to dream more vividly than usual. I have had extremely vivid dreams for the past week (one of which started the conversation referred to below). I am going to have to put a pad and pencil by the bed so I can right them down, because they become hazy by morning.
Elsewhere in the LJ community, I fear that the Divine Mr.f00dave may have gotten a bit exasperated with me during our VR conversation. My apologies, f00. I really didn’t mean to get your dander up (although I did enjoy the conversation immensely).
In other news, my mother is home and doing well. Her pancreatic cyst turned out to be just that: a cyst. No cancer, so that’s a relief. Work is still hectic, but what else is new? Happily, my copy of the unabridged The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy audiobook arrived, along with a couple of other cd’s including the import beautiful by Blondie.
And now the B-man (our youngest cat) is walking on my keyboard demanding attention, so I’d best stop and post before he accidentally deletes my entry…
fearsclave’s Journal (about which I had been lurking) in which be made an offhand comment about anti-depressants. I figured that if such a hoopy frood could need help, maybe I should look into the option as well. I guess you could say that he was part of my inspiration. An erudite, well-spoken gentleman with a penchant for fly-fishing (well, all heroes need a tragic flaw, right?) and depression? Thing might not be as bad as I thought.Anyway, another one occurred today. It actually started yesterday, when I went to see Dr. Depression, my psychiatrist. He decided, based on the reactions I was having to the Effexor, to augment it with Wellbutrin (actually, its generic equivalent, thanks to my insurance company’s prescription plan) and Ambian as needed for the insomnia. Well it seems that
fearsclave has been down a similar road, only with the Wellbutrin as the primary med, and with good results. So congratulations to fearsclave! I hope I can follow your example.On a related note, I think the medication is causing me to dream more vividly than usual. I have had extremely vivid dreams for the past week (one of which started the conversation referred to below). I am going to have to put a pad and pencil by the bed so I can right them down, because they become hazy by morning.
Elsewhere in the LJ community, I fear that the Divine Mr.
f00dave may have gotten a bit exasperated with me during our VR conversation. My apologies, f00. I really didn’t mean to get your dander up (although I did enjoy the conversation immensely).In other news, my mother is home and doing well. Her pancreatic cyst turned out to be just that: a cyst. No cancer, so that’s a relief. Work is still hectic, but what else is new? Happily, my copy of the unabridged The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy audiobook arrived, along with a couple of other cd’s including the import beautiful by Blondie.
And now the B-man (our youngest cat) is walking on my keyboard demanding attention, so I’d best stop and post before he accidentally deletes my entry…
