If this general tiredness and fatigue is going to be a persistent feature of life under the Mirtazapine Regime, two things are guaranteed: my housework is not going to get done even more than it doesn’t get done already, and my emotional fuse is going to run very short. When my resources get low, I yell a lot at things that are not cooperating (e.g. a box of trash bags, a coffee scoop, or a broom) and my rate of yelling has increased noticably since the Regime began at bedtime on Wednesday. I’m still waiting on word back from my primary care physician on what to expect in this regard, but one has to wonder about the comparative trade-off of decreasing one’s anxiety while increasing one’s enervation and general volatility.
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