I don't know what I did to suffer so much in this life. Today was almost unbearable. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had the stir crazies. I couldn't sit still. Something in the corner of my crazy mind told me to take a 3mg Risperdal. I did, and I felt 100 percent better within the hour. It seems my injection is running out a week early. This is my main anti-psychotic. The one thing that keeps me tethered to sanity. I am just glad I finally figured out what was wrong. I'm calling Dad to tell him and to see if he will bring me more Risperdal (fingers crossed).