Yes, my meds give me brain fog. Doh. It’s perfectly normal for them to do that. So far it isn’t too bad. It’s an oddly random fog that drifts through my life like a cloud buffeted by winds I can’t sense except by the drift of the cloud. I forget things at random if I don’t keep notes on my calendar planner. Sometimes I just can’t think clearly and feel like I’ve turned into an idiot. Realistically, though, using a calendar planner isn’t a big deal, and even at my worst with these meds, I’m far from an idiot. I just kind of miss the feeling of omniscience that the mania gave me.
Speaking of brain fog, my weirdo therapist assumed that since I hadn’t been complaining to her about it, that I wasn’t having any side-effects from my meds. I had to disabuse her of that notion Thursday. I told her I just wasn’t complaining to her about them because she wasn’t the meds person, they’re normal for the class of drugs I’m on, and I didn’t think they were bad enough at this point to really be a huge concern anyway. Plus, she’d never asked before. She found it odd that I wasn’t complaining about the side-effects. I guess most people complain about them a lot.
I wrote that to a friend. I can live with this brain fog. I don’t particularly like it. It’s a trade-off. I get to not be climbing the walls and having to be peeled off the ceiling in exchange for dealing with some random brain fog. I prefer the random brain fog over the wall climbing. At this level of brain fog, anyway. If it gets worse, I may have to do something about it. This so far, I can live with.
Babbled by Immi.
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