Sunday night dread that ruined Sunday

I keep a two-line diary and it is the only reason I could answer this question about myself. Worth starting even now.

Gently disagreeing with the opening post, or rather adding the other half of it.

No advice, just recognition. That sounds exhausting and I am sorry you are in it.

What the opening post described happened to me too, in a slightly different order.

My pharmacist was more use than anyone. Ten minutes at the counter, no appointment, no charge.

I would take that to a clinician rather than to us, and I would do it this week. Not because it is definitely serious — because it is the sort of thing that is much easier to rule out than to worry about.

Two things that helped me, neither of them clever: small amounts more often, and drinking a lot more than felt necessary.

the reply above — yes, and the bit that took me longest to accept was the next part.

Different experience here, for balance. Mine did not improve and in the end I stopped, and that was the right call for me. Both outcomes exist.

Reading the reply above, I recognised more of that than I expected to.

I have been in this circle a year and this question comes round every few months. It is not a silly question. It is the question.

Similar here, and mine turned out to be a completely unrelated deficiency picked up on bloods.

Reading the reply above, I recognised more of that than I expected to.

For what it is worth, the trial data on this is thinner than the confidence of the internet would suggest. Worth knowing when you read the posts.

The thing that changed it for me was going slower, agreed with my prescriber. I am not suggesting you do that. I am saying the conversation exists.