This past week (the 3rd week) was the hardest I’ve had on the lower dose of Effexor. The first half was especially rough beginning on Wednesday the 29th. The nausea in the morning was so bad I couldn’t move, just lie on the floor. My eyes felt glued shut, like my body was forcing them to stay closed to survive. I started worrying that I might be pregnant, but that was an irrational fear that I refused to entertain. The nausea returned for a few more mornings, though it I headed it off by having a cup of ginger tea right away in the morning with breakfast. It helped, and I haven’t had nausea for the past few days.
I started to feel emotional symptoms, too. On Thursday, I cried in the morning about a dream and listened to “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles. The day got better after I Facetimed with my friend while her daughter took a nap. She’s the one who gave me the succulent in the photo above.
Those were the two things of note this past week. I experienced a lot of frustration and confusion about why the symptoms seemed to be getting worse, not better, but from what I’ve read online, that can happen. It’s all just part of the body adjusting. I’ve also been having a little nighttime anxiety about finances and not having nearly as much work as I would like. I’m looking for new gigs every day, but payments are low and a lot of the work isn’t relevant to my specialties. My plan is to work on what I have as efficiently as I can and then use the spare time to hunt for jobs, work on short stories to submit to publications, and of course, work on my novel.
I’m planning on sticking to the two pills a day until September 12 and seeing how I feel.