August 28th, 2009 
admin If I make any sense at all today, it will be a miracle.
Last night, I took 50 milligrams of Seroquel. The doctor told me to take it about three hours before bedtime. I honestly forgot and didn’t take it until 8:20 PM, but it turned out to be okay. By 9:00, I was completely out of it in my recliner. I vaguely remember my oldest daughter asking me if I was going to bed before she went to bed. I’m not sure what time that was.I woke up around 10:15 and went to bed. My husband called me four times between 5:30 and 6:00 PM. I finally heard the phone the last time he called. I remember, vaguely, that he said something about me giving him a heart attack and something about high school football games being canceled because of a flu epidemic.
I got up and made sure my oldest daughter was awake. My two youngest children came and got in my bed. Yesterday was my youngest child’s birthday and the poor thing came home and wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t long before she was running a temp. My youngest son wasn’t feeling well either so the youngest two stayed home today.
Good grief, I am rambling off into nowhere. Anyway, I got my oldest daughter up and she started getting ready for school. At 7:10 AM, she came into my room screaming and asking if I was ever going to get up. I jumped out of bed and walked out onto the porch to watch her get on the bus. When I came back inside, the two youngest kids were in the living room with their blankets. I gave them something for fever and had them lay down in one of the recliners and on the couch. I laid back in my recliner and the next time I knew I was in the world was 11:15 AM, when my youngest son woke me to tell me that my phone was beeping.
It is 12:03 PM now and I am (barely) awake. This isn’t normal for me. I usually get up before the kids do and get them on the bus and then start working. I am totally screwed today. I have six documents that need to be edited and returned. It is an ESL clean-up and today I am barely speaking English myself and it is my native tongue. I can’t even understand what I just said. Good grief. I mean the documents were written by someone whose first language is not English and it is my job to clean up the grammar and punctuation and ensure that the wording is correct. Thank goodness he gave me two days to do it. That leads me to another thing. They are 13 hours ahead of our time and I need to have them back by Sunday morning their time. I couldn’t figure it up and it is normally a simple thing. I had to ask my ten year old son to figure it up for me. Ack! Anyway, I think I have until Saturday afternoon to get them done…I think.
I usually take care of them as soon as I receive them and send them back but if I edit them today I am afraid that they would be all screwed up. Instead of doing three today and three tomorrow, I will be stuck doing six documents, ranging from 3 to 7 pages, all in one day. Lovely. Just frickin’ lovely.
Here’s the trouble with that: If I take Seroquel again tonight then I will likely sleep until noon (or later) tomorrow which won’t give me enough time to finish them. I never miss a deadline. In six years, I have only missed one and it was unavoidable. I can’t take it tonight. I have to sleep this off tonight and be able to function tomorrow. This is ridiculous. My train of thought has derailed somewhere and I can’t even find the track now.
Where was I? I am awake. Well, my eyes are open. I could sleep all day and wouldn’t be awake now if my son hadn’t woke me up. I have two sick kids at home and work to do and I can’t function. It’s ridiculous.
To top that off, my doctor told me I could take up to three if I needed it to sleep. I took one. If I took two, I would likely sleep for two to three days. If I took three, I doubt that I would ever wake up. This is what he added in to try to get me stabilized again. I don’t think I can take this.
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