September 18th, 2014

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Mostly Neurontin

Reducing the Neurontin dosage to 400 mg/day (instead of 600 mg/day) for the next few days, because from 10 am Friday through sometime Sunday afternoon, I'll be socializing with numerous extended family members (many of whom I will be meeting for the first time) pretty much every waking hour, and it would suck to do all that while being the Neurontin weirdo I've been the past couple days.

I'm sedated, but also simultaneously sort of stimulated. Once in a while, I can get to talking excitedly about something, or I can get caught up in a project, enough so that Melissa (my therapist) wondered yesterday whether I might be hypomanic, but 98% of the time I'm like a zombie. I'm only sleeping about 5-6 hours/night (instead of my normal 8, and instead of the 10 I was sleeping on 400 mg/day), then waking up exhausted but unable to go back to bed. I'm barely conscious most of the time.

This would be all fine and good if I was just hanging around at home & missing out on all the fun stuff in life that will still (presumably) be there waiting for me when the docs & I have figured out this headache mess.

But Melody's wedding is only going to happen once, and I don't want to be shuffling around the reception threatening to eat the brains of my brand spankin' new in-laws.

So, the plan:
  1. Reduce Neurontin dosage abruptly down to 400 mg/day starting tonight & continuing through Saturday night (9/20/14).
  2. Increase Neurontin dosage back up to 500 mg/day Sunday-Tuesday (9/21-9/23).
  3. Appointment with the pain management doc on Wednesday 9/24, at which time we can discuss how much zombification-combined-with-potential-for-mania is advisable. We will, at that appointment, be discussing the possibility of switching me from codeine (the Tylenol #4) to the Butrans patch, so I'm not sure how that would affect our course with the Neurontin.

I'm anxious enough about what the heck I'm going to be able to eat on this weekend's trip ... I don't need to be in some kind of drug-induced weirdness at the same time. Wouldn't want to embarrass Melody & Jared!
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Change of plan. The extremity of tonight's headache has convinced me to reduce the Neurontin dosage by only 100 mg/day, instead of 200. So I'll go down to 500 mg tonight through at least the end of the weekend, then see how the headaches and the zombification are doing. I don't remember being Zombie Kimberly when I was on 500 mg last week ... it wasn't until after I went up to 600 mg Sunday night.

Of course, I also didn't see a significant reduction in the headaches until I went up to 600 mg. So we'll see how it goes.

I expect that I will do 500 mg tonight through Saturday, then go back up to 600 mg/day on Sunday night & stay there & just plan to hang around the house doing my zombie thing until I see the pain management doc on Wednesday ... assuming that the Neurontin continues to correlate with a reduction in the headaches. If it doesn't, there's no reason to zombify myself.

Last night I dreamt that I was in a library, and I looked out the window and saw a bunch of crazed people, disheveled and bleeding, running my way. I knew they were running from zombies but had already been infected, and I was really really afraid, because I knew there was nothing I could do to hide effectively enough that they wouldn't find me and infect me.

Fear of zombification. I'm sure it's just a coincidence. ‹/sarcasm›

When my headaches are really really bad (like tonight), I tend to pause occasionally in whatever I'm doing, clutching my head and groaning, "JESUS CHRIST!" We'll be staying with Shannon's dad & step-mom this weekend, and they are devout Christians, so I'll try to control myself. :)

Did I ever mention that Sara and I finally varnished the Juliet painting on Monday? Well, we did. The Juliet Project is underway! I think the next thing I'm going to start is the fabric mache, while I do some more prep work here at home for the paper collage. It's exciting to have the varnish done.

I was totally zombie-like when working with Sara, but she was there to help me—sort of serving as an external brain—and so I just did the physical work (the mixing of varnish and solvent, the stirring, the testing, the application of the varnish, etc.) while she helped make sure I didn't make some kind of bonehead mistake & ruin the painting. Actually, I wouldn't have had brain enough to even start work on it that day without her. As it was, I came up with some weird idea to build a giant lean-to out of butcher paper to protect the varnish from leaves & stuff (we worked outside because of the fumes) & ended up falling (because I was balancing precariously on top of a flimsy chair) & hurting the top of my foot. It has a HUGE, dark bruise on it now. I've never done anything to actually bruise my foot before. I didn't think there was enough tissue there to create a bruise!

Anyway, I'm just rambling, because my head is splitting & I can't think. I keep forgetting to phone my meds doc & ask him if it would be okay for me to use OTC sleep aids to help knock me out when there's no other escape from the headache. Maybe I should do that now, just leave him a message. No time like the present, right?