Or maybe I should say Woke up nightmaring, except I don’t think that’s a saying. Or even a word.
Woke up sobbing hysterically. It scared me to the core. I’ve never cried like that in my life. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t stop. I gave in to it for a few moments to see if that would help, and I guess it did, to an extent. But I remain shaken.
I’m currently going through another round of withdrawals from meds. This time, however, aside from the intense and unrelenting Pain, I’m having more trouble with the antidepressants. I’m on two different antidepressants for pain management and have carefully been tapering off. Yet it seems to be hitting me harder this time. I’m not sure if that’s what’s behind the crying, or what. I only know I’m not faring well.
Waiting for the doctor to call back to advise me as to whether or not I go to the hospital, and if I do, what do I say?
This has been a nightmare. Twice in three months? No bueno. Especially when my crying scares away the cat. Yeah, that happened.
The only minor smile? A camping hedgehog. Go figure.