Basically, my anti-psychotic was cut in half with this last injection Tuesday. Did my sex drive start to come back? A resounding yes. But at a very high price – the cost of my sanity.
I called my family doctor Wednesday and he agreed to give me something to sleep until I felt better. He also ordered a CAT scan of my brain and lots of blood work to determine the levels of my medications in my blood stream. Dad came by last night and gave me an injection. Within thirty minutes, I had never felt so comfortable, peaceful and relaxed. Dad had great trepidations about giving it to me.