I’m beginning to think Paxil withdrawal is a permanent thing for me. 2 to 6 weeks is the ‘average’ with the worse parts being over in 2 weeks. Like every thing else in my life, I say ‘bah’ to convention. So it’s getting to be a little over 3 weeks since my last fix. The head zaps are few and far between and don’t come at enough frequency to disrupt like they used to. The racing thoughts seem to have taken a pit stop and I can generally concentrate.
Then there are the panic attacks. Nothing severe that I usually can’t deal with by just closing my eyes and focusing on the funniest lines from Charles Nelson Reilly during the 1972 season of The Match Game, but they’re there, always at the back of my mind. On Paxil, there were there too, just not as often as they are now. I’m going to chalk this up to withdrawal. If, after the physical issues disappear, the PA’s don’t decrease, I will unfortunately have to reevaluate my situation.
Now, about those physical issues. I wish I could accurately describe the achy sensation that runs through my body throughout the day. It’s kind of like how you would feel after the hardest workout in your life, without soreness. It usually exists in my legs (and is damn near impossible to sleep through when it is) but has a tendency to squeeze my chest and arms. Usually a brisk walk up and down the aisle will help, but it jumps right back within minutes of me sitting down again. And it’s starting to get to the point where it’s causing me to shake uncontrollably.
Even that, I could deal with if it weren’t for the nausea. Being nauseated for hours at a time is probably what is pushing me over the edge. I stopped drinking heavily because of nausea. If I could rid myself of the queasiness in my tummy, everything else would be a piece of cake.
Of course, this bout of the shakes is making typing hard…