Since I got sick three years ago, I've had a lot of prescriptions for various medications that can be abused by others.
But I recently started a trial of Adderall, intended to combat my fatigue and perhaps help me concentrate better. I was taken aback when I discovered that the generic name for Adderall, according to my pharmacy's labeling, is simply "amphetamine mixture." Somehow, that made me think more of meth addicts than people with attention deficit disorder, its most common use.
Adding to that, when I read the little handout from the pharmacy about what to expect from taking it there was more detail on protecting my medicine from friends and family who might try to steal it than on potential side effects. (Can I just say that I'm so hoping to be among the 11 percent of people taking it who lose weight? That's a side effect I'd love to have! :-)
Seriously, the handout from the pharmacy warned me to keep a constant check on how many pills I've taken and how many are left in the bottle because they're apparently frequently pilfered. (Or maybe people just claim they are?)
It really just kind of blew me away because I've never gotten that kind of warning on a bottle of narcotics, which I thought were more commonly abused than any other pills.
So, the good news is the Adderall really does help me do a bit more and feel a bit less like a zombie for a few hours. I'm on a minimal dosage for the trial, and will visit my doctor next week to discuss whether some symptoms I'm having that seem worse in the past week (intense headaches, stomach and intestinal issues) are possible being exacerbated by the Adderall.
But even before I started taking the Adderall, I noticed that my sleep needs and fatigues had greatly increased. A couple months ago, Scott observed that I was coming downstairs later on weekend mornings than I previously had. And he's right. I used to try to come downstairs on weekends by 10 a.m., and then just go take a nap after lunch. These days, I'm lucky if I make it downstairs before they have lunch. On weekdays, I'm having trouble getting up for 1 p.m. doctor appointments, which used to be my prime time. It is what it is, I guess, but it's not like sleeping later is leaving me feeling more energy in late afternoon/evening when my family is home. It's just that the window of feeling less zombie-like seems to have shrunk.
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