This post is kind of a vent 'cause I feel like I'm going totally crazy and I'm trying to get back some semblance of sanity right now.
I'm currently on Vyvanse 50 mg. I'm still sort of in the "finding the optimum dose" stage, so far it's OK but may need to go higher and have a booster or two in the afternoon and evening.
Anyway, I skipped my dose yesterday, so the drug was leaving my system on Saturday evening, by around 5 PM.
I took it almost three hours ago. I am somewhat alert again, a little more calm and half-functioning, but my brain is adjusting and things are still really strange. My senses are going haywire again. I feel too cold one minute. The next, I'm too hot. I keep changing my clothes. I keep turning the portable heater on and then off. I keep putting my glasses back on, then taking them off 'cause everything is just too clear and harsh and bright and then I can't see well again so I have to put them back on. I have Netflix on and I keep increasing the volume 'cause it gets too quiet. Then it's too loud and I turn it down really low. I'm reminded of how it was before I got on these meds, and I do not miss this.
Yesterday afternoon, I fell into such a deep nap that despite my husband's best efforts to rouse me, I slept for five hours (from 2 to 7 PM)! I still managed to fall asleep last night with relative ease at midnight. I had the most restless sleep I've ever had in months, the kind of sleep I used to have before I started taking vyvanse. I think I woke up at least 8 times in the middle of the night.
My dreams were plentiful, totally bizarre, vivid and outrageous. In fact, I can't even say half the stuff I dreamt of
. One of my dreams involved accidentally murdering someone. She was annoying me a lot and i meant to just hit her to shut her up but apparently I knocked her with such inhuman force that it killed her. And I tried to cover it up but I naturally am terrible at lying and deception, so after about several hours of trying to cover it all up, I just confessed that I accidentally killed her. For some bizarre reason, Luke Perry was there, and he was so horribly disappointed in me.
Another dream involved me living some sort of nomadic lifestyle, traveling everywhere, no permanent home. But everything in the world was ginormous, like thousands and thousands of times larger than me and I was miniature. I met a fellow miniature nomad along the way, some young woman from Daytona Beach. She wanted to tag along but I was paranoid and I tried getting rid of her. Why I was paranoid, I have no idea. She seemed really nice and pleasant enough but I kept trying to ditch her. She was fascinated that I was from a place of "concrete", New York City.
OK I haven't eaten all day so I've got to do that. I think I'll feel a little less crazy after I get food in my stomach.
I'm currently on Vyvanse 50 mg. I'm still sort of in the "finding the optimum dose" stage, so far it's OK but may need to go higher and have a booster or two in the afternoon and evening.
Anyway, I skipped my dose yesterday, so the drug was leaving my system on Saturday evening, by around 5 PM.
I took it almost three hours ago. I am somewhat alert again, a little more calm and half-functioning, but my brain is adjusting and things are still really strange. My senses are going haywire again. I feel too cold one minute. The next, I'm too hot. I keep changing my clothes. I keep turning the portable heater on and then off. I keep putting my glasses back on, then taking them off 'cause everything is just too clear and harsh and bright and then I can't see well again so I have to put them back on. I have Netflix on and I keep increasing the volume 'cause it gets too quiet. Then it's too loud and I turn it down really low. I'm reminded of how it was before I got on these meds, and I do not miss this.
Yesterday afternoon, I fell into such a deep nap that despite my husband's best efforts to rouse me, I slept for five hours (from 2 to 7 PM)! I still managed to fall asleep last night with relative ease at midnight. I had the most restless sleep I've ever had in months, the kind of sleep I used to have before I started taking vyvanse. I think I woke up at least 8 times in the middle of the night.
My dreams were plentiful, totally bizarre, vivid and outrageous. In fact, I can't even say half the stuff I dreamt of
. One of my dreams involved accidentally murdering someone. She was annoying me a lot and i meant to just hit her to shut her up but apparently I knocked her with such inhuman force that it killed her. And I tried to cover it up but I naturally am terrible at lying and deception, so after about several hours of trying to cover it all up, I just confessed that I accidentally killed her. For some bizarre reason, Luke Perry was there, and he was so horribly disappointed in me. Another dream involved me living some sort of nomadic lifestyle, traveling everywhere, no permanent home. But everything in the world was ginormous, like thousands and thousands of times larger than me and I was miniature. I met a fellow miniature nomad along the way, some young woman from Daytona Beach. She wanted to tag along but I was paranoid and I tried getting rid of her. Why I was paranoid, I have no idea. She seemed really nice and pleasant enough but I kept trying to ditch her. She was fascinated that I was from a place of "concrete", New York City.
OK I haven't eaten all day so I've got to do that. I think I'll feel a little less crazy after I get food in my stomach.
