I refilled my Provigil and Clonazepam (AKA Klonopin) scripts today over lunch.\u00a0 After a trip to Subway, pulling into the office lot, shutting off the car, I shook two Provigil tablets into my hand and went inside, then slugged them down with a shot of Pepsi Max.<\/p>\n
I felt better that afternoon than I have in a long while.\u00a0 My boss (the bestest one on Earth) had been looking for me in the interim, and when I asked, he had a new project for me.\u00a0 It’s the usual maddeningly vague request, but I’m happy to get something concrete to work on.\u00a0 Yeah, that’s it, I was actually happy<\/em> to have that thrown on my lap.<\/p>\n I love working.\u00a0 I need to work.\u00a0 So much of the time, I can’t decide what to do, so I sit there.\u00a0 Sometimes I sit on the couch at home and stare off into the middle distance.\u00a0 I’ve mentioned that before, like Puddy on Seinfeld.\u00a0 Well, it drives my wife crazy and I can’t blame her.<\/p>\n Anyway, it’s because I can’t decide what to do.\u00a0 The girls’ rooms need cleaned, the laundry needs done, there are chores I should be doing around the house.\u00a0 What to do?\u00a0 Which to do?\u00a0 I’m crippled with indecision.<\/p>\n The work problem is similar but opposite.\u00a0 Often, there is nothing specific to do.\u00a0 I chase bugs and squash ’em right and fine.\u00a0 Sometimes I’ll latch onto a technology (“NoSQL” lately) and whittle together something vaguely practical.\u00a0 But there’s no real direction.\u00a0 No projects for me.<\/p>\n Well, now I got one, but this is getting way off topic.\u00a0 Suffice it to say I’m glad I got it.<\/p>\n What I’m meaning to say tonight is that that 400MG of Provigil made me into the man I’m supposed to be.\u00a0 I’m quick-witted, generally happy, and good to be around.\u00a0 So much so, in fact, that when I came home the wife was angry with me.\u00a0 She thought I was foolin’ at it, and said it was cruel of me to play “happy” with her, that it fucks with her head, and if I want to do it, do it with the children.<\/p>\n Well, I was<\/em> doing it with the children, but I also tried to make conversation with her.\u00a0 Anyway, I understand why she’d be pissed.\u00a0 For all she knows, for all she’s been through with me, I’ll slip back into a zombie again tomorrow.<\/p>\n And I might at that.<\/p>\n On the downside, the Provigil seems to have increased my anxiety.\u00a0 I’m considering downing a couple of the Clonazepam to get me to sleep, but my logical mind is doing well enough warding off the bogeymen for now.\u00a0 It’s the typical stuff: how to pay the bills, worry of getting deeper in debt, of paying for what the kids need and what I want to give everyone.\u00a0 Why am I, in a pretty good-paying professional job, not able to make ends meet?\u00a0 Why are we living paycheck-to-paycheck?<\/p>\n Heh.\u00a0 I’m not helping myself by writing about it, am I?\u00a0 Maybe I am.\u00a0 I know we’re a fuck of a lot better off than most of the country is right now, that I’ve got a great boss (and friend) and a great job at a company that really seems to care about its employees.<\/p>\n Our holiday party is this week.\u00a0 We do a “Secret Santa” schtick.\u00a0 Last year, my contribution was a Kiss Snuggie.\u00a0 A Kiss Snuggie.\u00a0 Perhaps the most brilliantly ironic brainchild of the Gene Simmons licensing empire.\u00a0 How am I gonna top that?\u00a0 So, I was close to opting out.<\/p>\n Then, in my Provigil-induced euphoria, I remembered the gift I got last year.\u00a0 It was a Jack Daniel’s gift box — accompanied by a framed portrait of one of my co-workers.\u00a0 We’re pretty sure it was proffered to the pile by the president and founder of the company, who’s also one hell<\/em> of a guy.<\/p>\n So, this year, my gift will be a Jameson gift box accompanied by that same picture.<\/p>\n Which reminds me: I was supposed to wrap it tonight.\u00a0 Maybe I’ll just buy a gift bag from Wegman’s and tape it closed to protect the gag.<\/p>\n It’s no Kiss Snuggie, but I think it’ll go over pretty well.<\/p>\n So here I am typing up a storm, the primary purpose of which is to be able to go back to this entry when my next psychiatrist appointment comes due, and know what worked for this one day.\u00a0 Tomorrow I’ll maybe try a Provigil in the morning and another at noon, to thin out the hyper.<\/p>\n So many times, I go into that office (after waiting a half hour past my appointment time), and everything goes blank.\u00a0 I forget how I’ve felt for the past month.\u00a0 I can’t come up with a number from one to ten, ten being feeling pretty good.\u00a0 I remember last time it was four.\u00a0 I was gonna go with three on the next visit, and it’s been at best a three this month, but if I can ride this Provigil for the rest, it might up to a six.\u00a0 I just need to remember to tell him why, or why I think it is, which is the Provigil, and not the Seroquel, which I’ve ramped up to 400MG each night.\u00a0 That’s making me tired, and its introduction coincided with feeling slightly better last time, but I was also taking two Clonazepams before leaving work each night.\u00a0 I think it was those tranquilizers that were helping me — not the Seroquel.<\/p>\n Pristiq does seem to be a good foundation drug for me, but I may want to go back on the Abilify booster instead of continuing with the Seroquel.\u00a0 I’ve had a lot of trouble waking up since starting it.<\/p>\n Alrighty then, almost a thousand words that nobody but the spam-bots are gonna read, but they’ll be typed, and I’ll have reference to them when I see the shrink again next month.<\/p>\n The bigger girl was a rascal tonight.\u00a0 She wanted to play, and I couldn’t get her to calm down.\u00a0 Finally I took both her hands and told her to breathe with me.\u00a0 Deep breaths.\u00a0 Well, of course that boloney didn’t work worth a pig’s ass.\u00a0 However<\/em>, she did entertain herself trying to kick me in the nuts for a few minutes, and eventually forgot her playthings and crawled up into bed.<\/p>\n Lights were out and we’d started the drift off to sleep at 8PM sharp.\u00a0 Little girl went to bed within a half hour.\u00a0 It was another hour after that before I lifted myself up out of bed, leaving both sleeping.\u00a0 She was just so danged full of energy tonight.<\/p>\n And get this: she had a bloody lip and was painting herself with the blood.\u00a0 Little smears all over her bare chest and around her mouth.\u00a0 She climbed up on the dresser and cooed, “I look like a zombie!”<\/p>\n She let me wipe off her mouth (which I suspect she re-smeared after lights-out), but insisted on keeping her chest marked up.\u00a0 I’m trying now to catch the wife to warn her about it before she goes to bed, so she doesn’t find our eldest covered in blood tomorrow morning and freak out.<\/p>\n I think I’ll close with that.\u00a0 Goodnight, friends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I refilled my Provigil and Clonazepam (AKA Klonopin) scripts today over lunch.\u00a0 After a trip to Subway, pulling into the office lot, shutting off the car, I shook two Provigil tablets into my hand and went inside, then slugged them down with a shot of Pepsi Max. 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