The slightest mention of any word or phrase that flashes me back into childhood memories has become an everyday occurrence. Something as innocuous as a mention in an online game of someone being a "mean drunk" threw me for a loop. Mr. Skittles has become twitchy not knowing from minute to minute whether I'll be
My panic attacks have increased and agoraphobia has reared its ugly head again, keeping me practically housebound. I haven't even been blogging much because it means interacting with the two or three people who visit my blog.
Yesterday I visited my primary physician to discuss the insurance company not covering a med for diabetes he'd wanted me to start. While I was there I mentioned what I've been going through. He said stop the Chantix NOW. He said one of its side affects is pretty much what I've been going through.
He wants me to start the new med for diabetes first. Then he'll start me on something else for the smoking. This is so if I have any side affects again he'll know which thing it came from. In the meantime I'll still be smoking.
But maybe I can regain some semblance of sanity. At least as much as I had before Chantix.