The Zombiepocalypse is here --- but I'm winning

In case you don't remember, I spent over two weeks as a virtual zombie, being unconscious far too much, eating junk food in an effort to increase my energy, and being unable to form complete sent ....

What? Sorry, must have fallen asleep.

Some folks suggested it was meds and some suggested it was simple exhaustion. I think it was both ... but mostly the meds. I say that because, as a sufferer of a fatigue-producing syndrome, I know from exhaustion. Exhaustion doesn't make me have to immediately stop everything I'm doing so I can lay down before I simply fall unconscious. It also doesn't cause me to sleep away entire days — not just drowse or lounge on the couch, but actually sleep. It doesn't cause me to be incapable of writing at all. In addition, I cut in half the med I think has been causing my zombie-like behaviors and after six days I can say that the coma-like sleep compulsion has almost disappeared, although I still require excessive caffeine to stay fully alert throughout the day.

There are other symptoms — such as itchy skin, blurred vision, Vicodin-like urination difficulties, unable to be my usual chatty self because I have to think a bit too much (my typing sucks but the words flow just fine) — that are still a problem, but I expect them to fall away, too, as the med leaves my body, because the psychiatrist agreed I could go off of it (although she doesn't believe any symptom but the sleepiness is related). I have another, side-effect-free med I'm going to use for anxiety. It's not perfect, but it doesn't give me weird symptoms, so that gives it a win for me.

And if any of these symptoms persist past next Tuesday, then I will make a very urgent call to my doctor for an appointment. I promise.