I’m not sure what’s up with me lately. I’ve felt tired and anxious, with a fluttering heartbeat and a semi-constant sense of dread.
That, plus pissed.
So boy was I relieved when last week I had a complete physical and received the fab news that I am a-ok, health-wise, and that my condition can probably be chalked up to just good old fashioned per-menopause.
The doc told me that several of her patients find that a low dose of Prozac helps with symptoms like mine.
That sounds so 90’s.
It’s like the Rachel haircut of anti-depressants.
(Here’s where I stop for just a minute and say that I am so grateful that drugs like Prozac exist. It has helped several of my dearest friends out of the dark hole of depression, so I hope you don’t think I’m dissing your drug of choice. I am just a very neurotic and small minded person and I like nice things, even if they come in capsule form.)
Initially I’ll admit, I got pretty excited about my 10 mg of self improvement.
“What are some of the side affects?” I asked the doctor. I’m a smart consumer, I thought, as my hand made an almost imperceptible jerk toward the prescription she was writing.
Act casual, I thought.
She mentioned a short list of issues some people have experienced while taking Prozac, weight loss being one of them. “But you’re unlikely to experience any of those with such a low dose.”
I crossed my arms on the soft flesh of my new middle aged gut and smiled.”Oh good,” I heard myself say, almost convincingly.
My plan was to get the prescription filled and start taking my dolls right away so that I could be a new person by tomorrow. Why wait? My husband and kids would thank me! No more lectures about
Exactly How I Would Like the Bread Package Sealed Please.
and then fold over and wrap a rubber band around it.
Don’t forget to squeeze all the air out of the bag
and the reason you can’t find a rubber band
is that no one ever saves them
and no one puts them here in this little space
in the drawer,
where I’ve told you
the rubber bands should always go.
Am I the only one who cares around here?
It’s a small thing,
to seal the bag of bread and do you just assume
I will throw that stale bread away and go buy another loaf?
Is that it?
Well is it???
In line at the drugstore, I had some time to think.
As much as my brain bugs me, what with all it’s shortcomings, I kind of like it.
Or, I’m used to it.
Or at least, I’ve tried to make lemonade, as they say.
I remembered a friend telling me that taking anti-depressants hadn’t changed her personality, it just made her not “stew” on things as much. But who am I, I wondered, if not someone who stews??
At that point, the lady standing behind me had a full-on passive aggressive sighing fit about the long wait. What a bitch, I thought. Geez! People need to get a grip. Talk about tightly wound!
Wait, where was I?
Oh yeah, do I or don’t I need some Prozac…
I peered into my phone, reading about other possible side affects, the ones my doctor had failed to mention. Side affects like clenched jaw, sleeplessness, anxiety (what the actual fuck???), cold symptoms, mild nausea, decreased appetite, increased appetite, loss of sex drive, constipation, dry mouth…
Later, I sat in my car, my little bottle of hope tucked in my purse,
and called Jo Dee.
“I can’t decide if I want to take them,” I said, enjoying the anti-depressant effect of a bag of peanut M&Ms. “I just don’t know if I’m that bad off. When you look online, most people say the side affects were nothing compared to how bad they felt before.”
“That’s how it was for me,” Jo Dee answered, referring to her own experience of depression years ago. “I just felt so fragile. Any little thing would happen and I would just start crying and go back to bed.”
“Yeah, I don’t have that. I do think I’m pretty irritable,” I say, stating the most obvious thing ever stated in the history of the universe. “I wish there was just something that would take the edge off when I need it. I should have asked her for Xanax.”
“Is that what Xanax does?” asked Jo Dee.
“That’s what a friend told me. She described it like, ‘Oh, it just takes the edge off.”
“But isn’t that what they say about every anti-depressant? That it takes the edge off?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Tastes just like chicken.”
I went home, threw the bottle in the top drawer of my dresser, the one with my rhinestone jewelry from the 80s and all my boys’ baby teeth, and there it sits, waiting for me to decide.
My guess is that you haven’t heard the last from me on this topic, because I’m just so full of questions.
Does my tendency to snap when my estrogen ebbs warrant a daily dose of medication?
Will taking a little bump of Prozac each morning mean I won’t get quite so worked up when caught in the incessant dinging of a group text from the parents in my son’s basketball league. DING!- “who’s snack mom this week?” Ding!- “I’ll do it!” DING!- “You’re the best!” DING!-“Thanks!” DING!-“Thanks so much!”
I don’t know. It could be that the bar for emotional health and a sunny disposition is just a little bit high sometimes.
Because group texts are annoying,
and don’t get me started on stale bread.
8 thoughts on “Will Prozac Make Me Nicer?”
LMAO! Maggie, it’s been at least a month since I told you how much I love you. Thank you for always making me laugh. My advice to you is, “Don’t take whatever JoDee is taking!”
I. Love. This. Post. The. Bestest.
The bread. Sigh. A thousand times, sigh. (eyeroll punctuation) ((hand on hip)) (((head in hands, sobbing)))
Keep writing, MH.
LikeLiked by 1 person
<3. A thousand times 🙂
When I clicked on this, I was actually HOPING for another peri-menopause post. Damn! But at least I feel reassured my freaky 50 year old blood letting will at least buy me a prozac gift card.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The bread and the little rubber band place in the drawer…yes, yes, yes! Laughing hysterically and read the whole story aloud to Mom and then we both laughed together. I just love reading your work out loud…of course, I’m reading-out-loud kind of gal. But also, the timing of it is so perfect when read aloud. The rhythms of the language, such a delight. I’m currently taking Sam-E…a kind of Prozac for the doctor adverse;0). It indeed has been essential for surviving countless faculty meetings. Did I say COUNTLESS!!?? Regardless of the medical assistance, laughter helps most of all!! Love you. XOXO
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Lara I love picturing you reading my words aloud to your mom! Thank you so much for sharing that with me and, of course, for taking the time to read my post. Gonna check on the Sam-E. I’ve seen it at the store. Sending love and gratitude to you, my friend. Xo
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ditto! Always. Xoxo
My mother tried for years to convince me to get on antidepressants. I prefer self-medicating. Just mentioned to a friend this week that I love it when they announce the side effects in pharma commercials. Some mention death as a side effect I wonder how many people pay attention to that.