Horrific. The akathesia is out of control. I feel like I’d be more comfortable in a straight-jacket, no kidding. Being confined would at least keep the jerking to a minimum. The benadryl helps but doesn’t knock it all the way out. Klonopin doesn’t help either. Neither does kombucha, heh.
I can’t concentrate, I don’t care about things I used to be interested in, I’ve spent most of the day in bed. Thankfully Dave’s mom is here to cover for me while I’m out losing my marbles. I think the akathesia misery has pushed me into a depression.
Also, WHERE IS MY DOCTOR?! I have called and emailed twice and NOTHING. I think Dave is going to call. And no one in their right mind wants Dave to call.