Woke up this morning damn itchy. Dan must have washed the bedding with new detergent.
Wait. Bumps. Everywhere my clothes rubbed, hives. Every spot of skin I scratched, red raised bumps. Damn it.
Oh, no detergent change. Did I eat something odd, no. What the hell?
Seroquel. It must be. Five days, my psych doubled my dose, 600mg of XR and 75mg as needed of IR. Over the last few days it built up, with a twelveish hour half-life.
Each day I get a bit more time as a functional adult. Particularly towards the end of the dose, peak concentration of medication in my body, I become a function human for two or so hours.
It is better then Aderall in those moments. No racing thoughts, jitters, severe depressive lows or ending crash. Seroquel is the answer. Every day a bit more hope.
Now, fear. Is this a reaction to Seroquel, probably. Will I stop taking it? Hell no.
After one Zyrtec, Claritain and six 25mg Benadryl tablets, the itching all but disappeared. The red bumps? They stayed.
If it Seroquel, I’ll assume my body will adjust to the increased prescription. My body will eventually stop fighting it. But what if it doesn’t? Constant saddness and suicidal thoughts or constant aggressive rash?
Well, time to invest in a serious back scratcher.
Effexor XR 75mg
Seroquel XR 600mg
Latuda 20mg(tapering off)
Caffeine Pill 400mg