If It Ain't One Thing...

...it's another, you know? I was feeling much better, as you know, on my new antidepressant. Then, in the middle of last week I began feeling weak and tired. It wasn't the same kind of tired as I was feeling on the old medication. It was more like I had run a mile, and my legs felt like they were about to give out. I also had a couple bouts of feeling very hot and sweaty as I sat working quietly, and my work is not such as to cause one to work up a sweat. Then I had chills.

Wednesday afternoon was when this started. Thursday was worse. I thought about going home at one point. By Friday morning, when I woke up late, I was sure I was getting some bug or another. I stayed home Friday and did nothing. I did a little bit, but not much on Saturday. For example, I tried to walk the dogs, but I only got a couple of blocks before I began to feel worn out. So we turned back.

Sunday was better. I managed to walk the dogs the full mile. After a nap, I was able to do some needed shopping.

I also re-checked the side effects of the medicine, and there I saw that fatigue was one of them. My wife takes the same medication, though in a stronger dosage, and she said she'd had the problem of extreme fatigue when she started it. In her case, the doctor had to add another medicine, an anti-narcoleptic, to counter the fatigue.

Interestingly, today I have felt fine. I woke up on time and feeling rested, and I've felt generally fine at work today. Maybe that was just a passing problem, not to be repeated. I hope so. And I plan to talk to my doctor on Thursday and see what he thinks.

Golf season is upon me, and I need my energy to play, and I fully intend to play. I may not be very good--I shoot right around 100 for 18 holes--but I enjoy the exercise--I walk whenever possible--getting outside, and relaxing. Equally important to me is I want my energy back so I can enjoy life.

The struggle continues.