I'm on week two of the new drug and am up to three quarters dose. I've noticed a few things such as I'm much more aware of my depression. It's so difficult to feel motivated to do anything, even small things like putting clothes away or making a cup of tea. It's different from the feeling of not having enough energy to do it which you get with CFS, then you at least want to. It's not even wanting to. The daytime dose makes me sleepy for a while. There is a slow-release version but I suspect it is a lot more expensive. If I don't adjust soon I'll ask about it.
The OT woman whom I shall henceforth refer to as my 'care coordinator' because that is what she is, has been very helpful in getting me some evidence to send to the Tribunal Services and the DWP for both the benefits I have been turned down for. (What a long sentence). I emailed my MP, outlining my predicament which had the effect of making me feel a bit better. Anyway, after a bit of a shaky start, mainly because I was so hostile, I've warmed to my care coordinator. She sticks with it and allows me to have a good rant. She said she see's an awful lot of people like me. People who are managing, and lining up some recovery when the financial support is suddenly taken away and they are plunged back into crisis. She is being forced to retire in July otherwise she would represent me at my tribunal.
I'm kind of sleep walking through my days. I have jobs to do such as typing up the community group minutes, cooking and washing up, getting myself to counselling on the bus and so on. Everything is an enormous effort. I'm finding a bit of respite in crochet and friends but I think it's just a question of hanging on until I adjust to the medication. I'm certainly sleeping better - not 'thrashing' about so much as AJ puts it. I call it 'turning over' but it is a bit of a palava, especially when one's earphones get tangled and one pulls one's clock radio off the bedside table.