This morning I got home from a four-week
hospital admission. It was possibly the most significant I’ve had. What started
as a containment admission turned into a full medication review, second opinion
and complete change in my presentation.
I’m not going to name all the medications,
as that would bore you. The big thing is that I’ve come off Seroquel – an
anti-psychotic I’ve been on pretty much constantly for the last four years.
It’s famous for turning its victims into zombies and for weight gain. Being off
this means I’m feeling more emotions; I’m not used to them yet (evidenced by
the 3 -5 crying episodes a day) but that should settle down and also improve as
my new antidepressant settles in. I’m also more expressive when communicating
with people, the nurses were all saying they’d never seen me this way and this
is a ward I’ve frequented many times, they know me.
I’m really scared of down time at the
moment, things are working faster in my head and I don’t want to be sitting
still alone. If you could make some time for me that would be appreciated, I
can come to you.
I am worried about this extra activity in
my head, and there is more anxiety there for sure, but this could be a very
good thing for me.
