My eyes don't hurt; they feel like I'm moving when I'm not or in a way that I am not, making it hard to focus on things.
Ever since I started taking the psychiatric medications I take I have had occasional bouts of dizziness. Sometimes, it lasts a few hours; sometimes all day. Today has been one such day.
Every time I move my head I feel like my brain is moving. A funny sensation starts at the top of my scalp and continues down inside my neck. I have to dim this screen because sometimes the bright whiteness bothers me. My eyes don't hurt; they feel like I'm moving when I'm not or in a way that I am not, making it hard to focus on things -- especially things that are close.
When I first started taking Zoloft, I was often incredibly dizzy. I also had a hard time focusing mentally.
Usually, I can attribute the dizziness to my forgetting one or more doses of either medication. Sometimes, it has more to do with dehydration and/or hunger. It is also not uncommon for both to be the case, since imbalances caused by taking and not taking an SSRI, for instance, can spark depression which invariably effects my diet for the worse. Today I don't recall missing any doses of my medicines. I am a bit hungry right now, but I can't say I've been so all day long. hmm...
When I first started taking Zoloft, I was often incredibly dizzy. I also had a hard time focusing mentally. I remember the kids and I going to visit a friend who lived about 45 minutes from us back then. I had been taking Zoloft for about a week, I think, and it was the first time I was driving that far while taking the drug. I was surprised by how hard it was to pay attention to the full width of the road as I drove down the interstate. It was like looking at everything and nothing -- the road, the sky, the cars. Turning back wouldn't have made any difference by this time, so on I went.
I was surprised by how hard it was to pay attention to the full width of the road. It was like looking at everything and nothing.
We made it without incident but barely. I know there was a time or two I changed lanes entirely without looking behind me. Thankfully, it was a very slow time of day. On the way back I was very tired, but knowing about the difficulty I had on the way, I was especially careful driving home.
That's one more side effect that was terrible at first -- extreme fatigue. I guess I still get really tired, but there are a lot of reasons for that. Right now, I should eat and get something to drink, and maybe the world will stop spinning the wrong way. Of course, it might not, but I'm alright with that now.
I was about to tell you that school went on normally despite my unsteady mental footing, but it didn't. Our morning was marked by disorder and saw more misses than home runs. Everyone wanted to color. Not entirely my fault, of course, but not entirely not my fault also. Perhaps I'm more easily frustrated when I'm dizzy.
I remind myself on such days that my teachers often had days on which it seemed like they didn't get anything taught. No reason why that shouldn't happen at home. Well, for us it definitely does.
Tomorrow's another day.
What do we do? Well, it depends. Sometimes, we stick with it. Change scenery. Go outside for a bit and start back up again in an hour. We might work on something less challenging for a while -- such as our Geography songs. And sometimes, I let it go at whatever we've finished, and call it a day. Today, the younger two were excused in the middle of math. We did get to talk about the concepts and work on some examples on the whiteboard, but the worksheets were not getting done. Chris had a writing assignment to do -- which sometimes seems like torture to him, especially when there's a nice, simple coloring page awaiting. Eventually, after a lot of coaching, he sat down and completed a rough draft. When he asked if he could have a break, I quickly answered, "Yep, school's done."
A long time ago a homeschooling friend said something to me that surprised me, and that I've tried to instill in my children day to day: Tomorrow's another day.
Today, my books and papers were all disorganized. My head was spinning, and I couldn't keep focused. So, the baby crying and the incessant questions and the hum of the DVD player were all really really distracting. It seemed like every time I opened my mouth someone else would feel the need to say something too. And some days Charlotte is just plain loud. She just likes to be noisy. Usually that's all doable, but it's pretty hard when my head's doing whatever-it-was-doing today.
So, the rest of the day was spent on organizing. And play. We always play. We might not bathe, might not brush our teeth, might not eat every meal, but we will definitely play.
We might not bathe, might not brush our teeth, might not eat every meal, but we will definitely play.