About a week and a half ago, my Seroquel dose was lowered. I’m down from 400, which is the max dose, to 300. My neurologist wasn’t exactly pleased at the high dose, and when I asked my med manager about lowering it, she was all for it.
Things in the mood department have been going pretty well for quite a while, now. I was afraid of lowering the dose for that reason. I’ve been pleasantly surprised.
My dose was lowered right before my classes started. I thought all hell would break loose. I mean, I’m taking two classes that both have pretty high demands on my time and mind. I’m taking a writing class, which should be pretty easy for me, but it’s persuasive-writing. I literally have zero persuasive abilities. I’m to write a persuasive paper on a topic relating to my major. I’m majoring in European history, so I chose monarchies— England’s monarchy, specifically. Sounded like a good idea, but then I delved into it a bit more. My best argument pro-monarchy is feeble, at best, but my argument against is much more substantial. Yeah... I’m supposed to be pro-monarchy. But then, I’m American. Our country was founded on anti-monarchist beliefs. Washington refused when he was asked to be king.
Back on topic...
I’m also taking math. I hate math. I suck at math. However, after four tests, I’m 94% strong! Maybe, just maybe, I can do this.
My point was that, with school starting, being mostly stuck inside, and what’s going on with my mom (🎶mysterious music 🎶), I thought for sure I’d have to go back up to the higher dose. But things are actually getting better on the lower one.
Here’s to that continuing 👍🏻
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