I think I may finally have found my sleep cocktail. Last night, I took .5 mg of Ativan and 3 mg of Melatonin, and it seemed to work pretty well. Finally! Although the cat mewling at my door at 6 A.M. kinda ruined some of it, so I'm a little groggy for not getting the full night in. But I think I'll keep trying this and see where that gets me.
Also, as of this morning, I'm down to 183 pounds. That's 29 pounds down since December. I had platteaued a bit, and even gained some back over Shamrockfest weekend, but I'm back on track and closer to my goal. Actually, I don't really have a goal, I just want to be happy with where I am. So far, I am, but I know I could do better. And now that the St. Paddy's craziness is more or less over, I can get back to a regular gym routine.
The Prozac seems to have hit it's stride. I definitely feel a lot clearer than I have in a while. Now to see if any of the possible side effects rears it's ugly head. I hope not, but I'm sure there's a way to deal with it if it does. Hell, you'd think between two therapists and a physician, we could put our heads together and figure something out. Better living through chemistry.
Still on the lookout for a CBT therapist. The one my Psychiatrist recommended has a full dance card right now, so it's down the list I go.
Other than that? Work, music, daughter, cat (not necessarily in that order). And I'm seriously thinking about buying a mandolin when the funds allow. Or a banjo. That about covers it. Oh, and the occasional meal.
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