Separation, Settlement, or Servellience?

[Yasu]

I am just getting past a bad week. It was bad because I was not paying attention. I may have even written down already. That is how out of it I am. I made a serious mistake with my medications.

I got two different medications mixed up. One I was discontinued on a while back, an anti-psychotic for paranoia. I have been handling the surveillance without any issues. It is no big deal to me anymore. I have nothing to hide.

Well, the anti Psychotic pills and their bottle look just like my Ativan pills that I take four per evening for increased anxiety recently. I ran out of the Atavan and transferred a 30 day supply from the large bottle I get from Humana.

After at least four night of no sleep, and a rattling thought process, it finially dawned on me. The possibility that I may have selected the wrong pills to refill the Ativan script. I went downstairs in the middle of the night, put on my glasses, and sure enough, that is what I did.

So, the results, all those evenings I was taking a quadruple dose of antipsychotic, that I did not need (forgive please any crazy or irregular postings during this period).

Furthermore, this meant I was experiencing extreme withdrawal symtoms from not having my Atavan.

I've consulted the pharmistist and doctor, and have personal assistant helping me get back on track. What a mess, and how dangerous it could have been.

This goes to what I wrote about the "chapter" in Runaway Husbands" for Broklnmom. Classic example of severely screwing something up because of distraction due to what we call the "SITCH.". It is not his fault, your fault, my fault, their fault. It is simply something you need to be aware of.

And can you believe I had just been preaching the gospel on the topic. Then I get a massive speeding ticket, and screw up my medications. Today the neighbors pitched in and cleaned up my yard. People are starting to notice I need a little help here.

Oh dear. I broke down and paid my personal assistant this week to straighten this mess out. The right pills are organized, the wrong pills are in the trash. Emergency medication is sorted in a convientent container in my purse.

Now, he had to go to the grocery and pharmacy and get some stuff in here that was needed - such as a new box to organize the pills. Since I melted my pill boxes on the stove burner at the rental house by accident. It did not cost very much - just 45.00 to pay him to go to the store and outfit the meds and house. It was totally worth it. After those nights without sleep, I couldn't function.

I will, indeed, write more about that chapter when I get it together enough to get over to the rental. Hope all of my supporters are doing great! Yas