Today I felt okay until about 5 pm and then the restlessness and annoying feelings of the akathesia came back.
I took some benadryl, then a klonopin and laid down to try and nap. That didn’t work out so well – Sarah wasn’t having it and wanted my attention. She woke me up screaming and screaming, she just did not want her Grammy holding her. Just as I got her squared away, the stupid weather radio went off and I about passed out when I saw the huge “TORNADO WARNING” flash across the screen. Dave had just gotten home so we all piled in the basement until the warning expired. I thought Henry was going to faint, his lips had turned white and all the blood had drained from his face, poor thing.
I don’t know what to do about my meds. I want to ask him if I can take Topamax again, the name brand this time, because I just don’t think the generic worked as well as the original. I can’t spend the rest of my life taking klonopin (well I could…) and I hate all the anti-psychotics on the market. It’s like being shot with horse tranquilizer. It makes my nose stuffed up, screws up my blood sugar and everything just seems weird.
I cannot get this meatball out of my chest. It’s going to kill me, that will be the end of me: a meatball.