Truely, truely, it was an accident. I didn't intend to take my Seroquel twice last night. And the result? A little extra tired, a little extra offbalance, a little extra irritated? Nothing huge. I hope it stays that way. I didn't want to double my dosage. But I will use it as a reason to take a nap this afternoon. Seroquel is my problem medication right now. I forget it or overdose about once a week. Alas, my chart on the refridgerator isn't working well enough; I may have to fill one of those pill organizers, putting each day's medication in the corresponding box. Grr. I don't like to do that. Why? Because it's too much work, because maybe the medications will chemically combine when left together that long (yes, I know that isn't too likely), and because I have this mistaken belief that I should be able to remember which medications I have taken and which I still need to take! Maybe one of the medications is messing my memory up (blame it on something besides myself).
So, I'm not very good at talking with people that I don't know. In fact, I'm somewhat bad at it, particularly if I am already anxious. This definately affects my performance in my job. I'm fine at talking to the one-year-olds, but not so good at talking with parents. But I need to. I need to. If I say that enough times, will I do it?