I'm starting to drop the anti-anxiety drugs by half. Daytime anti-anxiety drug does nothing so the daytime anxiety must be about gone. I can take full breaths without yawning; that's sort of my clue. The week of Chemo, I had to yawn to get a full breath.
Nighttime anxiety is a little more aggressive. I've cut the drug in half and wake up several times with my mind in a dark place. It takes concentration to get back to sleep. The dreams are dark; I've made a real effort to to recall them - challenge them - if they can be that dark, surely, I should be able to remember them, but, no. Although, this morning, I did catch one enough to know that it was about work. Couldn't hang onto it.
I had already stopped one drug cold turkey because I ran out and was in Long Beach. The nurse said, "No, no, you can't stop that one cold turkey!". I said, "Well, I already did and I'm still here." She said, "Refill, start again and let the oncologist take you off it." Oh, gee, okay. I don't get what could have happened by stopping cold turkey. I'm getting sick of these drugs and want them gone, except the ones I like.
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