The Rest of the Quentiapine Story

At the beginning of September, I was at an all-time low. Psych had recommended changing my Fluoxetine (Prozac) and Bupropion (Welbutrin) to Quentiapine (Seroquel or Q) and Bupropion instead. Q was supposed to treat depression as well as the sleep problems I was having. I wrote a post about it here and then abruptly left you guys hanging for several months.

So what happened with Q? At the last post, I had been on a nightly dose of 50mg of Q for a few days. I decided that I had to keep going with it. It is important to give medication time to work before ruling it out all together. I lasted a few more days before I swore it off. You see, I blame Q for my most recent embarrassing moment!

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I cringe just thinking about it. I was on the bus on my way home from work. I was uncomfortable because adjusting to Q had been making me nauseous and the bus only amplified it. I had been dealing with it for about a week and I was handling it. I’m no stranger to nausea. I normally get motion sickness riding buses or in the back seat of a car. I’m never actually sick though, thankfully. I threw up a lot as a kid. I think it was an anxiety thing. Anyway, the benefit to this is that I know my body pretty well and I know the difference between “I’m going to throw-up” nausea and just plain motion sickness.

So, here I am sitting on the bus in rush hour traffic. The bus is packed and I’m nauseous as usual. Whatever, this is my life. But, suddenly, I start getting a different feeling in my throat. It’s like the lining of my throat is being pulled downward into my stomach. That’s it. That’s my signal. I know I’m going to throw up! I know I have 30 seconds at the very most. This is what was going through my head….

“OMG I’m really going to be sick. It’s actually going to happen this time! It can’t. I have to get off the bus!”

*Turns head to see where we are and signal stop*

“Noooo!! We just got on the highway! The bus can’t stop and I’m not going to make it to the next stop! What am I going to do?!” The window! I’m sitting next to the window, I’ll open it.”

*Grabs the handle and pushes the window open all the way…….it opens about 2 inches.*

“Aaaagh!! What am I going to do now?! Press my mouth into the opening and projectile vomit onto the car next to me?! It’s going to splash back all over me. What else can I do??? A bag!!”

*Frantically searches through tote bag for a plastic bag, a tupperware, kleenex, anything…but there’s nothing*

“OMG! Running out of time!”

*Looks around for somewhere to be sick*

“I’m out of options! I’m stuck, there are so many people. The seat beside me is occupied, the window is on my other side, there is someone directly in front of me, seated at the end of my knees. There is just enough room on the floor for my feet and the person’s next to me…..”

Time is up. I convulsed. Everyone looked. It wasn’t pretty.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. trentpmcd
    Jan 16, 2015 @ 09:42:19

    I can see why you say Q is not for you.I’m sure it was the last thing you needed, but at least your body made the decision for you, no hesitation ob finding something else.

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  2. Christy Barongan
    Jan 16, 2015 @ 11:20:37

    That’s brave of you to share this story. It always helps me to blog about them. All of those humiliating moments are so funny on TV or in movies but in real life they are just humiliating.

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  3. weebluebirdie
    Jan 16, 2015 @ 11:23:27

    Um, seems a bit twisted for me to “like” your post! But I admire your bravery in sharing. I too have a puke and bus story, you’re right – it’s not pretty :-/

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    • somberscribbler
      Jan 16, 2015 @ 11:59:11

      I was mortified, but I have to admit all the scenarios that quickly ran through my head while I was in a panic are a little funny now. I still get that awful embarrassed feeling when I think of it and hope I never see any of those people again though. I hope I didn’t gross anyone out. I know this can happen to anyone, but it’s a lot more likely when you are experimenting with antidepressants and trying to find the right one

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