I take a low dose (50mgs)of Zoloft every day with my (generic) Wellbutrin and it has done wonders for my anxiety.

I was on 50mg Zoloft for a couple of year, and while it took care of the depression and anxiety, it also made me go up three dress sizes that I have only now, after another two years, have finally taken back off. I also had a really awful (AWFUL) withdrawal when I tried to taper off of it that I would prefer to never go through again.

Oh yeah, Zoloft made me go up 3 dress sizes, but I was taking 200 mg. I don't know if weight gain is dose-dependent. And it doesn't matter anyway, since you were only taking 50 mg.

What about a different SSRI?

I am going to sneak out of work at lunch, telling my supervisor that a vague "something" has come up. I suspect my seasonal adjustment problems are upon me. When winter turns to spring and fall to winter, I begin contemplating the merry sounds computer monitors would make when flying through windows. Not as much fun these days, with flat screen monitors, but I'd get better range on the throw.

When I decided to take the afternoon off, my nasty side calmed down, and the internal Puritan perked up and said, "Well, now that *she's* calm, we can just be good and stay at work, right?" And I thought about it, then thought again about how if one tries not to break promises to people, then why is it OK to break promises to oneself?

I'll probably not go straight home, because I don't want to have to tell Hubby why I left, because he'll say, "Are you sure that was a good idea?" I'm tired of justifying myself to people. Why the hell can't I be a mostly benevolent despot, where I can do whatever I want without anyone having the right to say boo?

Zoloft just made me go back to my regular size after I'd gone down a couple on the Wellbutrin alone. I don't know if I can really blame that on the Zoloft or just things getting back to equilibrium. It's all good, I have clothes in both 18s and 20s.

Connie, I support your need for a little unquestioned free time off.

And my micromanaging tool of a supervisor just hurried to my cubicle and said, "Is everything all right?" I said, "Yes, I just need to get home to deal with some things." Long pause. "Do you think this will spill over to tomorrow?" "No, today should take care of it." Long pause. "You know you can only use a half day of PTO." "Yes, I know, I put it in." Long pause. "Hm." No answer from me as I continue to close down my computer, but with the occasional polite glance at him waiting for him to say something else or to actually be so bold as to improperly ask me why I'm taking time I'm allowed to take. I take pity on him and say "I apologize for the short notice, but sometimes other things have to take precedence." He looked like he wanted to argue it, but he apparently has taken more classes on what is appropriate for managements to say to people. So he muttered something and went away.

He never did ask me how my husband was when I hurried out of here a couple of weeks ago when Hubby actually sent me a message saying "I don't feel so good, could you come home just in case?" (It had most of the signs of another heart attack, but not so bad that Hubby actually said, "Let's go to the hospital." I know I should have taken him anyway, but after incidents in the double-digits, you start making judgement calls.)

So, I had decided to fire my student assistant for fucking up yet again, but was going to do it in person tomorrow. He sent me the following:

I am actually not going to be able to continue working for you. I appreciate the opportunity that you have afforded me, however I feel that the work that I have done thus far is not appreciated even though I have done it to the best of my abilities. I apologize for your disappointment in me, but I feel like perhaps your expectations of me were too high and the fact that I have no experience in clerical work was not to my benefit when it came to the assignments.

OH HELL no! After I calmed down, I called his supervisor and told her what had happened. She was stunned. She asked me what my schedule was tomorrow and said "we'll be there at 2"

Heh. "YOU CAN'T FIRE ME I QUIT!" Well, as long as his supervisor knows that he's ASS, and a loser, and doesn't give him any decent jobs, Vortex...

Ugh, Vortex, what an ass.

{{{Kristin}}} You have all my sympathy; anxiety attacks are so scary. I know mine isn't the effexor because I have been on it too long with no problem, and I am hoping it is not because I went back on Adderall last week. At this point I am blaming spring allergies and PMS as the trigger, which would not be unusual for me.

I'm so happy. The nice handyman that reminds me of my grandfather was sent instead of the not!funny plumber.

Heh. "YOU CAN'T FIRE ME I QUIT!" Well, as long as his supervisor knows that he's ASS, and a loser, and doesn't give him any decent jobs, Vortex...

It's going to be a "teaching moment" for our meeting tomorrow. I will rip him a new asshole.

Vortex, look on the bright side. Either way, you won't have to deal with him anymore. Here is hoping that your next intern has a brain. And can at least know how to ask questions. Have fun serving him up on a silver platter!