Becoming a Narcoleptic

This damned depakote is turning me into a narcoleptic. For some reason when I wake up in the morning, which is very hard to do, I eat my breakfast, check out my email and then start falling asleep at my desk, at which point I sort of stagger off to my bed, undress and fall into it. And I don’t sleep, not really. I’m kind of in and out of reality. I dream, but I’m certain that I am mostly awake. It’s kind of like I am resting, but not quite asleep. And I toss and turn a lot, which is something that doesn’t help. I figure that maybe I didn’t get enough sleep during the night, but shit, I seem to sleep well, and for at least eight hours. What’s odd, too, is that I take the medicine at 6:00 along with my effexor and I feel fine until late when I take my Seroquel, which is when I go to bed. I am beginning to think that it’s not simply the depakote, but a reaction I am experiencing from the mixture of Seroquel and depakote. Man, this all sucks. I want out of all this medication!

Tomorrow I am meeting at Peter’s Place a fellow named Mick who is a recruiter in Pittsburgh for a recruiting firm called Sapphire. Anyway, we’re meeting one another at 1:00—I apparently get a free lunch, but I probably won’t order anything. Or maybe just a salad.