One of the things that has puzzled me as my dose of Paxil has gotten lower is the way that old friends marvel at all the changes they see in me. Even causal, but long time, acquaintances say that I seem like a completely different person. They’re even people who I haven’t told about my Paxil tapering. Somehow, I’ve transformed in front of their eyes over the past year. I haven’t questioned them too closely about how I’ve changed, even though I’m very curious. To me, I seem exactly the same. I’ve always been “me”, haven’t I? I keep looking for specific things that I do differently, but they seem like little things. I don’t interrupt other people’s conversations to say something that just popped into my head anymore. I think that’s different. Still, that seems like a small personality change, not something that people would notice immediately.
That changed a bit yesterday. I had a difficult day at work. I was configuring two routers in our network to talk to each other for a customer. The interfaces weren’t built, the NNI was designed on the wrong router, I had to redistribute MPLS routes across two different sections of our edge network. Suffice to say, it got complicated. And, it lasted for 14 hours. By the time I got home, I had only eaten a few candy bars in the previous 36 hours and I was dead tired. I stuffed a couple cheese sandwiches in my mouth and went to bed. I had to be back at work 7 hours later.
This morning, I woke up tired and grumpy. I had a bit of a persecution complex as I showered and watched the DVR from last night. I shuffled into work and started getting ready for the day. A friend of mine asked if I was going slomo today. Everyone else noticed the difference, too. “Are you ok?” “How late did you stay last night? I left at 10 and you were still here.”
I realized that I was feeling the same way I had felt every day while I was on 40mg/day of Paxil. I never seemed to get enough sleep, and I was always irritated. There were long stretches where I would sleep for 12-14 hours a night, and still wake up exhausted. Every little thing annoyed me. I didn’t contribute at work, I just went through the motions. The difference today was that irritated feeling faded away like it would for a normal person. By the end of the day, I was joking and helping my next door neighbor with a config. In my Paxil days it would have lingered all day, and I would have gone home much as I had left it, irritated and tired.
I didn’t think yesterday was a good day. Looking back, it was pretty good. I got the customer working eventually, and I learned something about the ways that I’ve changed since I started tapering off Paxil. It turns out, Paxil made me feel like I was working on an intractable problem for 16 hours a day, every day.