I'm still quite shaky. We're trying to experiment with getting the balance right, but between anxiety, lack of food (I've lost 2 pounds since Monday), and lack of sleep, well, it's a pretty vicious circle that I can't sort out the start or end of. The doctor gave me some other ideas about what is making me do poorly and we're looking into them. I'm trying to keep myself motivated to leave the house and not get all paranoid and incapable of dealing with the world. But the funny thing is, the last two nights, around 5 PM, it's like all of the anxiety and fearfulness just melted away and I felt completely normal. So I have no idea what's going on here, but I need to keep myself fed and watered and moving, and Jason is giving me lots of hugs and encouragement. My mantra: I'm not even supposed to be back to work until Wednesday. I should be just fine by Monday. I may be just fine tomorrow. I just need to keep working at it, and taking it easy, and not stressing out too much.
Incidentally, even taking my allergy meds THREE times a day, I've been breaking out pretty regularly all day since the Sertraline worked its way out of my system Wednesday. So I'm itchy but I wouldn't mind nearly as much if my head didn't feel so funny.