Prozac

I started on Prozac after my stroke. My wife said : "You are sleeping a lot, maybe you had better go in to see your Doctor?"

I went in with her as she could explain it better that I could. The Doctor ripped me off a prescription pad : 20MG of Prozac.

The Doc said, you will be on Prozac for 6 to 12 months and please see me for any follow ups.

I started talking it the next morning.

I have no idea what the depressive needs for El Prozac.  What I needed from it were to get the SSRI moving in my head again. I was going down the tubes as it were. Do to my stroke and the aphasia. Going down the tubes!

I did not notice it at first. But when I showed up for work, around 8 in the morning, I would be going at Reports they wanted me to do. And then, at around two months into it, I started to feel it around 10 in the morning. Feel it is a big way. In fact if you could have seen the inside of my brain you would have seen firecrackers going off, and I was happy as happy could be. This lasted for six months. Then the happiness went away. And I was in the Prozac zone.

When Rose said : "Let go see Wanted and the movies."

When we got out Rose  said : "That was simply amazing!"

To which I said : " Huh? Simply amazing? It was so so."

That is when I new I had to get off the Prozac, it had done its job. So I went to see the Doctor again.

"What do you mean I will get off the Prozac in 3 months?"

"You have to get off it gradually." the Doctor said.

So in fact I was on it 12 months. Just like the Doc said I would.

Prozac is as Prozac does. It got me going again. Thank you Prozac!

Next up, was the Diavon 320MG.