Prozac update
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
retro_geekIt was/is working, but was making me feel utterly exhausted all the time, so my doctor suggested I take them in the morning, instead of before bed as I had been doing. Consequently, my emotions are having a bit of a spaz at the change in routine, and so if you don't hear from me in a bit (or haven't heard from me in a while), I'm not ignoring you, I'm just being a bit of recluse. I'll be spending the next couple of days at D's house, so if any of you are in the Finsbury park/Holloway area, do drop me a line.
Frustratingly, I've been offered some potentially financially-lucrative creative projects, but I just don't seem to have the energy or confidence to get stuck in to them right now. I'm making slow progress, but lack of material-buying money (especiaaly for failed first-attempts at new ideas) is stressing me out, which ironically makes me feel all the more unable to complete them. I should really pull myself together and make myself produce something, anything, but I feel like I've bitten off slightly more than I can chew. It's making me question my abilities. In addition, I keep having really vicous dreams about death, torture and guilt which freak me out for hours, sometimes days after I've woken up. I rarely, if ever, watch gory horror films because I'm such a wuss, and my imagination lingers and picks over graphic visions of pain, but even without that fuel and stoking, the flames still alarm me.
On an entirely unrelated note, I went out at the weekend and saw a goth duo put a pounding ebm beat over a version of Lili-marlene, followed by 5-ft-nothing woman with a huge afro perform Star-trek themed strip-tease, and then a male OAP in a pink dress and blonde pig-tails sang a song about stepping in dog poo. Oh, London.
Frustratingly, I've been offered some potentially financially-lucrative creative projects, but I just don't seem to have the energy or confidence to get stuck in to them right now. I'm making slow progress, but lack of material-buying money (especiaaly for failed first-attempts at new ideas) is stressing me out, which ironically makes me feel all the more unable to complete them. I should really pull myself together and make myself produce something, anything, but I feel like I've bitten off slightly more than I can chew. It's making me question my abilities. In addition, I keep having really vicous dreams about death, torture and guilt which freak me out for hours, sometimes days after I've woken up. I rarely, if ever, watch gory horror films because I'm such a wuss, and my imagination lingers and picks over graphic visions of pain, but even without that fuel and stoking, the flames still alarm me.
On an entirely unrelated note, I went out at the weekend and saw a goth duo put a pounding ebm beat over a version of Lili-marlene, followed by 5-ft-nothing woman with a huge afro perform Star-trek themed strip-tease, and then a male OAP in a pink dress and blonde pig-tails sang a song about stepping in dog poo. Oh, London.
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Date: 2009-03-24 09:02 am (UTC)My doctor didn't tell me I was meant to take it in the morning for ages, doh.
The dreams should get less horrible if you take it in the morning.
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