When you set out to write a sermon and it goes off in a direction you did not expect... that!

(Channeling the inner monster for good purposes, hopefully)

So, it's about two-and-a-half weeks now since I declared myself 'off the sertraline' and on the whole, it's been good: more energy, more range of feelings, more alive.  The nausea has gone, and though the night sweats continue, I am getting used to them.  The problem is the insomnia and the chronic hip pain (due to other drugs and injury/over use), which have combined to disturb the monster who is stretching her claws... oh dear!

On the plus side, I am experimenting with herbal remedies that seem to be improving my sleep, and have discovered a form of paracetamol that I can tolerate in low doses... so I am hoping the monster will settle down again quickly, because I don't want to have to go back to the doping method (though will if necessary).

It all feels like a strange dance, to which no-one taught me the steps, where one day I can be happy as Larry, and the next aware that I am ready to 'snap' at the least provocation.  Today tends to the latter of these, and I don't like it one bit.

Ah well, in the scheme of things, it's nothing much to worry about - at least I am here, bascially healthy, mostly happy, and always grateful.