I tried. I really did. I took the various pills in the various ways prescribed and tried six ways of taking them to minimize side effects, but in the end the Wet Grey Blanket of Blah got to me anyhow.
Chef Boy looked concerned enough about my staring, unsmiling, out the window that I finally gave up and called the brain doc today. Normally I prefer to tough side effects out, but this time...so, anyway. I called.
And the response was not what I'd expected. The response I'd expected was "Stay on the meds for a few days more and see if you feel better." What I got was "Woh. Gah! Um, best start back on your original dosage, okay? And call me back in a week."
So I'm back to taking lotsa Effexor. Which is okay; as I said before, I can deal with the hunger and sleepiness side effects so long as I'm sane. This past two weeks, I've been neither hungry nor sleepy, but it's because I've been totally unenergized and not willing to move.
Brain Guy says it'll be a few days before my mood is back up to speed, though my memory and coordination should improve faster. Which will be a relief; I've felt like an early-stage Alzheimer's patient for the last four days, unable to remember what I had for breakfast. And don't even talk to me about the coordination problems.
So. The saga will continue, I'm sure. For now, though, it'll be nice just to approach within spitting distance of normal again.