hi,

So 3 weeks ago I decided to come off a powerful anti-depressant called Effexor, not fun. The first few days without it, I got severe dizzy spells and working, which involved heavy lifting, was difficult. I was tripping over everything and I have about 22 cuts and chunks taken out of my legs from tripping and slicing myself open.

After the first week, I became very short tempered and angry(ier). I went to see my pals band at a pool hall, and I had just got back in from smoking a fatty with him before he went on. I went up to the bar and I asked for a pop (I don't drink anymore), he asked what kind, and I asked what they had. He told me, and it was loud in the hall, so I asked him to repeat it, and the ass says, "what are you, fucking deaf?" I thought he was joking, as I was baked Turns out he wasnt, and he HATES pot smokers, so I just said get me a Coke.

I'm playing pool and he comes up and starts watching. I make a somewhat tricky shot, and he says, "huh, not bad for a smoker" with a look on his face that I swear I have shit that looks better than him. I asked if there was problem, we exchanged a few words, and I ended up hitting the guy in the lip. I got arrested (first time in 24 years), and I couldn't deny the assault as the place is littered with cameras, so I was caught red handed.

I spent a few days in jail and buddy dropped the charge.

Yesterday, I really lost my cool at a customer at work who was cursing, putting me down, going on and on about how he will get in trouble, it will be my fault, and he'll come come back and, "work me" I told him, for a big guy, you sure whine like a baby, and I let him load up the goods himself. I got shit from my supervisor, I got mega pissed and walked out of a 12.50/hr job that I need until I start my new job at the end of October in Vancouver.

I am not usually this mad. When peple get mad at me, I laugh it off. When anti-smokers call smokers dum-dums, I laugh that off too and usually smoke out in a corner in the place, just to stink it up.

I'm back on a 37.5mg dose of Effexor now, and i have come out of isolation in my house, and the anger is not as short as it was during this past 3 weeks. I hate the fact of prescription drugs, but I have come to the decision that I need them, not physically, but mentally. In all my life, I have never been arrested, or lost my cool at a customer like that. This all happened in 3weeks! Goddamn!

Anyways, I'm glad to be back to human being again and back posting. Just wanted to drop in and say hi. :dance:

Bye.
Nochowderforyou Reviewed by Nochowderforyou on . 3 weeks of hell... hi, So 3 weeks ago I decided to come off a powerful anti-depressant called Effexor, not fun. The first few days without it, I got severe dizzy spells and working, which involved heavy lifting, was difficult. I was tripping over everything and I have about 22 cuts and chunks taken out of my legs from tripping and slicing myself open. After the first week, I became very short tempered and angry(ier). I went to see my pals band at a pool hall, and I had just got back in from smoking a Rating: 5