Yes, I’m giving it one more try – I took my last pill two days ago. The whooshy head has just started and I’m having trouble focussing. Last night, I had the most God-awful dreams, a typical sign of withdrawal. Previously, I made it to five days before giving up and that was my best attempt. I want to do better. I want to stay off it for good.

I haven’t had much appetite lately, we had a fresh chicken about a week ago and I think there was something wrong with it. Not salmonella, or anything too serious, but enough to make me feel icky for some days. P felt a bit off for a while too, but he gets over this kind of thing so much better than me.

Anyhoo, today my appetite has come back with a vengeance. It’s 1am and I am cooking myself a second portion of dinner. Yes, very strange, I know. But I’m hungry and I want a full dinner.

I have also decided to quit coffee (even decaf) for the duration of my seroxat withdrawal. I had my last one about two hours ago. From now on, it’s water and herbal tea only. Oh, and multivitamins. I might even try to go out in the sun for a change and do some walking. gasp

In other news, dad phoned and left a message on my answering machine today. He wants me to call him, which I tried but he isn’t answering. I haven’t spoken to him for nearly a year and a half, I have no idea what he wants.

Well, the screen is making me dizzy, so I’m off. Wish me luck staying off the cursed drug.