Buspar Nightmares

OK. It's official. The Buspar is going down the drain. My doc put me on it as a "boost" to the Lexapro but I'm having a lot less fun than anticipated. I think I've got every single negative side effect going on for it: headaches, fatigue, nausea, you name it. I've only been on it for about a week and a half and if it's troubling me this much, it can't be good. This means one thing: a complete change in meds. At least the semester is almost over.

This week has been a living hell for me. My depression has a nice firm grip in me right now and it's getting hard to shake. This, topped with those lovely side effects I've just mentioned, have been making my life a nightmare. I just wanted to spend the entire week in bed with the covers over my head, either sleeping or reading a good book. Escapism is a Good Thing.

Even the Fuzzies have noticed somethings wrong. Tonight they all flocked around me like they were protecting me from something. Darren called it their version of circling of the wagons. I guess it's accurate. They know something is wrong and are trying to protect me. Either that, or they're just too darn cold and are sharing body warmth with me. Probably a little of both. LOL.

On a lighter note, my therapist thinks I need to take a semester off to rest and regain my strength. Nah. Not going to happen. If I did, there's a darn good chance I'll turn into a shut in again, and that so ain't gonna happen. I did decide to ease up my schedule for next semester. I'm actually dropping my animation class since that would be the most stress inducing class. So it'll be Criminal Justice and Painting for me in the spring. Should be interesting. :)