I have now been on Seroquel for just over six years. I've decided it's time to come off of it. There are just to many things that are going wrong after this time period. I have put on over 50 pounds and 8 dress sizes in six years. My eye site keeps changing on me...I need to wear my glasses because I can't see without them. Next thing I know I need to take them off...because I can't see with them on. I'm starting to show signs of pancreatitis. This I do not need, since my Mom died of pancreatic cancer. I need two knee replacements. This I just can't do with all this weight, and expect to have an easy recovery.
This process will take between 6 and 8 weeks. This is something I have thought long and hard on. This hasn't been an over night decision. It's one that I have shared with my husband for that last two months.
Yesterday was my two month check in with my Pdoc. I go every two months for a med's check. Boy did I throw him for a loop. But I walked into my appt. with a game plan. One that I had written down on paper. I wrote down what I thought was a good wearning program. I've taken 600mg every night for over 6 years, and knew it would be a long process of coming off. I do not want to go through any withdrawls of any kind. I don't want to throw myself into a out of control Manic state nor a Depressive state. What was only suppose to be a 10 minute appt, turned into a hour appt. The nice thing was...he said not to worry about it.
I will be going in every two weeks so that both of us can see how the process is coming along. He has this really cool appt thing on Weds morning. It's called BIO...By Invitation Only appt. So I will not have any problems getting in.
We are trying to decide what new drug he will put me on to replace the Seroquel. And when to start it. It has to be a antipsychotic drug also. Which I need, because unfortunately when I get sick I see shadows and hear voices...it's more like loud buzzing sounds, the voices aren't clear.
I am scared to death of doing this. I'm like a cat walking in a room of rocking chairs. My poor husband...I don't envy him during this weaning process. I'm praying that I can keep my mouth from running away and me not being able to catch it. I've given myself a big canker sore in my mouth from all the worring I've done the last few days....Boy am I a mess...self induced.
Sooo...last night was my first 450mg at bedtime. I took my Trileptal of 1200mgs as usual. Plus I took a sleeping pill of Ambien10mg. I feel good actually. So fingers are crossed that I continue to not feel any adverse reactions. I was in bed by 11 last night, and was up at 8 this morning. I'm never up before 10...but this I have to change. So I set the alarm for 8. The alarm went off this morning...I bitched for 10 min's and then got up. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put on my FAT people sweats, sneekers..and took a half mile walk. This evening I will walk on the treadmill, use the bike, take a swim...and call it a good day.