No more Theo. I miss him already.
Saw the consultant last week. I’m becoming an extremely high-maintenance patient. There’s always a problem with everything.
Combo of olanzapine and prozac.
Took it for a week and slept all the hours god sent which was , uh, a godsend.
Then having recovered some of my marbles realised that olanzapine is level-pegging with clozapine for the most diabetogenic (diabetes causing), and weight-gaining meds you can possibly have.
Fuck that. Stopped it, and am taking risperidone (I had some left in the cupboard) along with the prozac until I get to see the psych on Monday.
Shame. It was kind of nice being able to sleep my life away like the cat, but I would have ended up the size of a house.
Yesterday I cleaned most of the downstairs and mopped the bathroom floor. Went shopping in Enfield Town.
Anything that keeps me active and moving is good.
Did I even tell you? My blood sugars on the last fasting blood test were only ‘slightly raised’. I’m not diabetic – yet. My cholesterol is sky high though and my BP not too good either.
FML. Pointless waste of time and effort.