I’m not crazy cause I take the right pills…
So Laura finally gave me something to make me gain weight and sleep that is not trazodone. It’s mirtazapine (Remeron), another antidepressant prescribed for its helpful side effects. I haven’t felt any hungrier than I usually do, nor any more inclined to eat, but it sure as heck knocked me out. About an hour after taking it I was dying for some sleep. I don’t remember what happened after my head hit the pillow. Nothing else that I can remember has knocked me out that thoroughly except for anaesthesia.
I didn’t have a hangover in the morning, but I was miserable for no discernable reason and cried and sat on the floor and was pathetic. It gradually went away as the day went on. It was moving day, and the crying really didn’t help the moving at all. I managed to be packed by 3 PM and started moving stuff over after dinner. Unfortunately, the heat index gets up over 100 most days here in August. I started being thirsty in a way that water wasn’t fixing. So I dragged myself to the grocery store, grabbed a bunch of Powerade bottles, and dragged myself back to my room. Slept for about four hours. When I woke up it was past curfew and I wasn't even half done with the moving. So now I’m finishing my moving, long after the deadline. No one’s moving into my old room and I have the key to the new one, so I don’t think I much care if they complain about me being late. This is what happens when a weak ADHD 17-year-old girl has to move by herself in 100-degree weather, and they can deal with it.
On the other hand…duct tape has proved very, very helpful.
(The above is my dorm card, taped to my hand. There are doors between me and the room I'm moving into that have to be opened with a card.)
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