My mom says I act like I am drunk, like my medication affects me in such a way that I am fuzzy. I know I am not as sharp as I used to be, but I take it par for the course.
I consider the alternate – unmedicated or mismedicated. The last thing in the world I want is to be another inpatient in a hospital ward.
Change, she says. Something’s got to change, there has to be a better mix of drugs, and you know what, there probably is, but for now this is keeping me alive.
I will talk to my doctor, see what we can do but I am tired of being blamed for the state I am in. Losing my job, upsetting my family. I am just following doctor’s orders to maintain a balanced life.