I believe it was The Verve who sang:
All this talk of getting older
It’s getting me down, my love.
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I’m coming down
I had an early morning appointment with Dr Quack to discuss the Episode. Surprisingly (to me, at least) he seemed loathe to recommence the citalopran doses - said that minor episodes are not unknown as the drug’s effects slowly diminish over a couple of months after the last (half) tablet is taken. He could have warned me about this, couldn’t he?
I’m to get out and about over the next couple of days in controlled environments (i.e. places where I can bugger off at any time if things get too much), much as I did yesterday in fact (and I’ve not had umpteen years of medical training), and to see him again next week if things have not improved enough for a return to work.
This, then, is what I shall do. Just as soon as the washing machine’s done its stuff, in fact.
September 28th, 2006 at 10:29 am
Ah, I guess that makes sense (residue of citalopran being in your system for a while after stopping) and yes, he could have warned you about it. So where are you off to when the washing machine’s done?
Lionel: That’s a good question. Weather looks patchy although it should stay dry (apparently). I need somewhere with people that I can leave if I need to. Sounds like a mission for window shopping to me (taking care not to buy anything, of course, having been warned by the Stephen Fry programme earlier this week).