So anyone who has ever taken Seroquel (aka Quetiapine) will know what this post is about.
So I am a chronic insomniac from way back. I mean, if you take away ALL of my chronic illnesses away – both physical and other – I am still an insomniac. It’s sadly a family trait, my mum and my grandma both suffer from it too.
I have tried all the “sleep hygiene” techniques. No technology (computers/smart phones etc) before bed, no eating directly before bed, warm milk or camomile tea, etc. And I can assure you, NONE OF THEM HELPED. I’ve tried various sleeping tablets, and they didn’t really help all that much. I am now on a regime of medication to help me sleep. It includes seroquel, melatonin and an antihistamine that has sleep side effects and is commonly used (even my psychiatrist uses it!) to help people who have problems sleeping. None of these are addictive which is an important reason I take them.
Anyway, seroquel is a funny medication. It is classed as an “antipsychotic” and is used to treat illnesses like schizophrenia and other psychotic symptoms. BUT that doesn’t mean that you are suffering from “psychotic” illnesses if you’re prescribed it. Honestly, when people hear the class of medication seroquel is, they get freaked out. I think it needs to be re-classified.
If I don’t take my seroquel, I don’t sleep. And even sometimes I still don’t sleep.
Now, for the uninitiated in Seroquel Adventures, it’s pretty … well .. fucked up! Firstly, to me, when the medication starts to work, I feel like I am being pulled under quicksand. And then the fucked up dreams! I dream some weird shit. And it’s even funnier when I am woken up after taking it. When Mr Hippo gets up to go to work of a morning (he starts at 6.30/7am usually) and says goodbye and gives me a kiss, I have been told I’ve said and done some weird stuff:
- I asked “what’s the deal with the cars with the engines in the back?”
- Something about a snake/parrot
- I pretended to be a possum
- I thought he was in imposter and refused to say “I love you” when he was leaving
- I woke up with my arm straight up in the air
- I often wake up and think “where am I?”
That’s only the things I can remember doing at the moment. When I remember more, there will be a second part to this series.