One Day I Will Rule the World

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September 18, 2008


Well, just to add my experiences to the pool of internet knowledge. I accidentally let my Wellbutrin (bupropion) prescription lapse. And when I called my doctor, the receptionist was like, “YES, do too need to make an appointment in order to get a new prescription.” But the soonest I could get an appointment was a month away.

Yesterday I was like, “hum. I wonder if withdrawal is why I’ve been feeling so crappy lately.” There isn’t much definitive on the internet regarding Wellbutrin withdrawal symptoms. There’s either inspecific lists, or lists with SO MUCH specific stuff that goes on and on and on about seizures and arterial fibrillation or places that want to sell you product to support your system while withdrawing and then the most reliable places seem to say that wellbutrin is actually known for being much better to withdraw from than, say SSRIs. So. Good. I’ve been on and gone off it twice before in my life, and never even noticed the transition, so I would say that really, it just feels like a malaise that’s lasted a couple weeks.

But here are my symptoms: weight gain, sleeplessness, sore/stiff muscles, aches and pains, and headaches (oh GOD, the headaches), anxiety and irritableness, eye twitches

The irritableness would actually be pretty hilarious if it weren’t happening to me. I was trying to explain to Ian yesterday. I know that outwardly, I’ve been a little more short with people than usual, though I don’t think I’ve had any blowups. Internally though, I feel like, I’ll be fine one moment, and then in the blink of an eye, I suddenly have NO patience for whatever is going on. And this happens most often with the most banal of situations. Like, I’ll be trying to give directions to someone on the street, and I’m feeling fine and helpful and then BAM, I don’t even want to finish my sentence, because, fuck, if I say the first five words, aren’t you smart enough to extrapolate the rest? “Turn left at the lights… and… fuck, blah blah blah, YOU KNOW. Until you fucking get there.”

Or, in the middle of someone else’s sentence, I’m fiercely thinking, “I KNOW where this is going, SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP!”

Me (pleasantly): It’s hot out there.

They: Oh isn’t it!? The weather’s been just–


Primarily, I think we should all be having conversations where we give eachother only the first halves of our sentences and then shut up and nod knowingly at eachother.

I think I’m going to be one of those junkies who doesn’t get high off her drug of choice, but just stays on it to avoid the withdrawal. And as long as I don’t have to mug you for my prescription money, we’ll get along just fine.

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