15 days on 40mg.

“You’re unfit for work. I’m signing you off for four weeks. I’m doubling your medication. I’ll see you in four weeks.”

I looked at the doctor as though he’d literally shat in his hands and told me he was making a pie. I told him four weeks was way too long, I have so many responsibilities and you know, I’ve coped this far, I’ll be reet.

No dice. His word was final.

Now, I know so many people would revel in knowing they’ve just been given a get-out-of-work free card for 4 weeks, but I actually fell into a state of panic.

Two weeks in, and lying in bed I’m ready to share the effects of doubling your anti-depressants mixed with being a workaholic being blocked out of her work emails. Because my concentration is limited, I’m going to share with you in bullet point format the best and worst things about my last two weeks.

  1. Being brutally honest with people is hilarious. Now, I work for a Mental Health Charity (ironic, I know) so of course my work understands where I am and what I’m going through, but other humans that I need to come into contact with have no idea. I’ve stopped telling people I have a flu akin to ebola when explaining why I can’t play or human today. I’ve been brutally honest. And it’s hilarious. To my drama teacher for example, who told me if I didn’t go to a make up class for the class I missed I wouldn’t be able to continue the course. I responded, in a text message, “Hi David, I lied, I didn’t have the shits. I actually have chronic depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and an increase in my medication meant I couldn’t walk in a straight line last week. I also couldn’t bring myself to shower, and I didn’t want to upset you all with my drunk, dirty and disorderly behaviour. I also tried to learn the script for the lesson, but everytime I got to the third line I forgot what I was doing and fell asleep for 3 hours. So, it wouldn’t have been productive for me turning up. But I’m getting better, I’ve been awake for at least 10 hours today, so I hope you will let me continue with the course, because I like acting a lot. It helps me be other people who don’t have chronic depression and I like that. Thanks.” His reply was simple, “Bless you. Please stay with us. I will wait to hear when you’re better. David.” I’m  unsure if his ‘please stay with us’ meant in the class or in life, but I’ll do my best to do both, David, thanks.

2. I forgot how many days were in a year and had to Google it. I then went on with my business (learning the same three lines of script and sleeping) and forgot again, so had to bookmark the tab for the rest of the day. Writing this now, I still think it’s 352. I don’t know why the Prozac is preventing this knowledge sticking in my brain, but it is. Sorry, world.

3. I’ve lost all coordination when crossing roads. Like, they don’t write this on the ‘Side Effects’ bit of the patient information booklet, but it’s a serious side effect. I stand at the side of the road, looked left and right (thanks, Hedgehogs) and instruct my legs it is safe to walk. But nothing computes. And I don’t walk. I panic, I stumble, I try to walk but there’s cars so I jump around a bit like a loon and turn back and go home. It means that I don’t go out much at the moment without another human to push me along.

4. When I do manage to cross roads, I can’t human in supermarkets. I went to Tesco yesterday for milk. I’ve also just come on my period which was a lovely surprise to add to the ailments of life right now. So I needed lady supplies. I managed to not get hit by a car, but I also couldn’t take my eyes off the ground as walking was hard to fathom and I was worried I was going to trip. I went into Tesco, and went to self-service with the following items:
– A reduced pack of chicken
– One avocado
– One large pack of mango
– Fabric softener
– Soya yoghurt
– One pack of Crumpets (despite being Buy One Get One Free)
– One pack of Tena Ladys
– One apple
I had no need for any of the above.
I had my own bag. I didn’t tell the self service till, so I had to pile everything up in a mountain on the bagging area and support the avalanching items with one arm whilst I paid with the other before packing into my own bag.
I then realised, on a whim, that I hadn’t smoked in 3 days. Depression leads you to lose interest in many things, like washing and socialising, and as such I’d lost an interest in smoking, but at that point I decided I’d like a pack of cigarettes.
NB. Don’t make snap decisions on Prozac.
I went to the till and saw that there was an ecigarette on offer for £6. I thought Brill, I’ll have that (?!) and said to the cashier, “That ecigarette, I’ll have that. Is it £6?”
As he brought it over to scan I realised it was normal cigarette flavour and not menthol which I like. Shit, I thought. Do I have to take it now? There was a queue building behind me.
He scanned it. “Oh, it’s £6.30 actually, but it says £6 up there, shall I get a manager?” PANIC NO I DON’T REALLY WANT IT.
“Erm, no, it’s okay now actually, I’ll just take a normal pack of cigarettes”
And he said “No, no I don’t want to encourage you smoking if you’re going to quit, let me get the manager.”
“NO!” I shouted at him as he walked away. I’ve attracted the attention of ALL of Tesco Express at this stage.
“I actually want a menthol one, is there a menthol one?”
He said “Yes actually, here it is, I don’t know how much it is though.”
I said “I DON’T CARE I’LL TAKE IT” and he rung it up for £5.99 and handed it to me.
Now I have an ecigarette I really don’t want.
I have a pack of Tena Ladies when I needed tampons.
I have a pack of crumpets, which Tom has been eating just to justify my purchase but secretly I know he doesn’t really like them.
And I have fabric softener with no washing powder.
I’m a life failure.

5. The more you try and convince your boss you are fit for work, the less you appear fit for work.

6. I have horrible urges that I can’t shake. I’m not going to act on them, but I have an overwhelming urge to stab myself in the stomach. Something is telling me I need to do it. I know it’s just the imbalance of serotonin right now, but I lay in bed until 3am this morning reading stories of people who have done it and what happens to try and tell that voice in my mind that IT’S THE WORST IDEA EVER. My mind is still like, ‘Nah, babe, you should give it a go. I’m curious and LOL.’

7. Buying self help books in public is a huge mistake. I went to Waterstones to pick up some books to try and improve my attention span and ensure I was still able to read and shit in all of this. So I thought I’d look in the self help section too, to see if any books can help me through this period of ill health. I ended up buying a book called ‘Reasons To Stay Alive’ (which I would recommend to anyone, it’s great) and a few others, like ‘Everything You Need You Have’ and ‘At Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept’. Now, looking back, it probably wasn’t the most optimistic combination of books to set upon the cashier’s desk, but I expected, like when you go to Ann Summers, that people won’t judge you on your purchases. I was mistaken. The gentleman behind the till launched into, what I can only describe as a make-shift therapy session, and led me around the shop for another HALF AN HOUR recommending more books that will make me ‘not want to die.’

8. Losing a sock you just had on can instigate breakdowns. My feet go from being really hot and uncomfortable to being super freezing. So I put socks on and take socks off at least 9 times a day. So, casualties will occur. However last night I just took my socks off, to realise I was too cold and went to put them back on again. And I could only find one. That was it. That was the end. I broke down. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t remember how many days were in a year. My Tena Lady was in an awkward position. I hadn’t eaten a real meal in 2 weeks. I had the worst panic attack I’ve had in ages. Over a fucking sock. Tom had to take me to bed to calm down. Then he pretended to be a turtle for a while and things got better.

So, it’s Friday. 2 weeks since I’ve increased my medication, and it’s been really hard. But I’ve learnt some valuable lessons.

  1. Socks should have those strings on them like children’s mittens have to stop you from losing them.
  2. No snap decisions should ever be made on Prozac.
  3. Always say you’ve brought your own bag with you.
  4. You know you’ve got a keeper when your boyfriend eats crumpets to make you feel like a worthwhile human, and turtles around to calm your panic attack.

Tomorrow, I’m hosting a party. Something I don’t even like to really do when normal. However, lots of people have RSVP’d, food has been paid for, and maybe being around humans will help. But I’m concerned at how this will go. If I at least make it there with all the roads I think I will have done okay.

Lots of love,

Depressed and zombied on Prozac. x



5 thoughts on “15 days on 40mg.

  1. Your blog actually makes me laugh out loud. I read it to myself and laugh, then my husband wonders why I’m laughing to myself and I read it out loud to him and we laugh together.


  2. I feel as though I am reading what I went through 3 years ago – you are amazing for writing this . I HATE medication the side effects nearly took me away but I held on and did it my way – naturally , I’m still here 3 years on and now that is like looking back at a different person , but it has made me who I am today – you keep going xxx


  3. I’m not sure whether Depression or Prozac is the bigger problem here. I went to a complex networking meeting with a long journey to get there on Prozac once, and this caused so much difficulty that I had to say to everyone that I have to step back here and come back to this at a future meeting, and that I was on medication and why. It wasn’t fair on them or me otherwise. The process of thinking about and saying that was also messed up. So I thought it was worthwhile putting up with a few side-effects until they became too extreme, and I stopped taking it. GP said this could have serious side-effects, but I pointed out I already had serious side-effects, (by this time switching off the reflexes associating with focusing my eyes, maintaining my balance, and keeping down my food), and he didn’t argue further. And then a few months later we discovered I didn’t have Depression after all; I had a serious jaw infection which was producing similar symptoms to Depression. At least the jaw op worked faster and was a lot less trippy.


  4. This is one of the most accurate posts I’ve ever read. Currently on week 4 of 40mg and my hands have only just stopped shaking – which isn’t great when you have a job that mainly relies on typing and people do that weird look away thing when they realise you’ve typed the wrong thing 4 times because your hands are going wild. x

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