Ok, I've been on a lot of meds, and with many of them, I notice some effect at first, then either gradual or quite rapid disappearance of these effects.

So last night I posted how great having upped my dex dose to 15 mg seemed to be, and then I woke up this morning, took the pills, and...no feeling of alertness. I am still noticing an improvement in concentration and memory, but the energy boost I felt during the first few days of the 15 mg adjustment just wasn't there today.

Anyone know what's up with that? Did it happen to you? Is someone going to blame it on Barr pharmaceuticals? Dunno. Just thought I'd check. My husband figures it's because we were traveling (went to see our parents) and that's just generally exhausting, and even dex can't totally obliterate the fatigue that traveling/family-related stress brings on at times. Plus, he pointed out, and I realize, I have until Friday to see what the 15 mg seems to be doing day-to-day before I'm supposed to decide whether I should stick with 15 or move up to 20...

Feedback, please? :confused:

Danke Schon...

im no expert but from what ive learned it is possably because your body is adjusting to the drug and as a result your oppinion of what you are feeling from it will change. Also driving distance is very tiering and dex isnt designed as a pep pill as such. I have also found that somtimes i need more or less at certain intervals. EWhen im out climbing (i do rock climbing) i find that i burn it through my system alot faster and sometimes when i have nothing to do in an afternoon i find that my normal dose is too much, like i duno, i guess i need less concentration to enjoy the evil that is daytime tv ;P, where as if i have alot to do in an afternoon i find that my 'normal' dose is adiquote. hope that helped. I think alot of it is about knowing you, err, body and how you are feeling and how you will react, etc.

Like you know, I'm new to amphetamines, and wasn't really sure if it was just building up a tolerance that fast. You made several good points, and I'll chill (should go to bed anyway--have to get up in less than 6 hours to take my kid to preschool. My neuro was whining about circadian rhythms--is that the right spelling, rhythms?--and telling me to sleep more at the appointment where he decided we should try dex, and he always whines about the sleeping issue because even before the dex I've always been a total insomniac...he hates it, but every doctor whines at me about that, including dad.):rolleyes:

I'm just not sleepy. I'm tired, and not really pepped up like I was on Friday, but not really sleepy, and I think if I go and lay down in bed I'll just sit there, awake, and bored...

Maybe I'll drop by the gas station near my house--a friend of mine works the night shift and I go over there sometimes to hang out when I can't sleep.

Chrys

AD(H)D people oftern have sleep problems. The night i have a good, sober, nights sleep like what many people enjoy is just some week hope. i guess living with it. I used to do the exact same thing, hit a servo where a friend worked the night shift, steal free food and then weed ride up to college together and crash in the car untill the day started. I was messy then though.

Dunno...

I don't really have symptoms of ADHD. I'm just not hyperactive. I do, however, have signs of PTSD and anxiety disorder, which seem to have gone away but some of the aggressiveness/panickyness surfaces at times. I'm sensitive about rape and sexual abuse. So when he said that chick was "asking for it" when she was dressed rather non-conservatively, I nearly physically hit him, but like usual, reacted verbally, rather than physically in a violent nature.

I've been an insomniac since I was a kid. My dad always thought it was weird. It was even before I was a teenager. Eventually he'd give me a little Benadryl at bedtime, which sometimes helped me get to sleep...wasn't till I was older and in charge of my own health care that I got on the more effective stuff (Xanax, Ativan, etc.) 'Course, later, neurologists told me I shouldn't even take diphenhydramine (Benadryl) anyway, 'cause it could cause seizures! Oops on dad's part. Maybe they hadn't figured that out yet in between '88-'91...somewhere during that time was when my insomnia began.

Chrys

forgive me for being slow here but who sid 'that chick was "asking for it" when she was dressed rather non-conservatively'. Im dead set against rapeists, abusers and murdors, anyone who knows me realy well will back me on that. Im confused, did i say that, if so err sorry, somtimes what i write doesent come out the same as what i think, i never put pen to paper very well, stupid dslexic mind i guess. sorry if i caused any offence or if i just missed somthing obvious.

No, no, no. You said nothing. I was talking about an acquaintance (basically, he's affiliated with a group of friends that I hang out with here in Iowa--so though I rather despise him, he's just sort of "there" sometimes.) At one point, we were friends, but that changed, and now I just sort of "put up with him," and a few of the others feel the same way as I do.

He tends to be one of those guys who are just full of crap. He's an egomaniac, and tries to act like a bad*****, even though he's just a stupid chicken!*#% and everyone knows it. He comes up with these wild stories and thinks he's just a big man and all the ladies love him.

But at the time of this "drink in my lap" thing, he just seemed like an idiot that I could laugh at, not quite as irritating and annoying and stupid as I feel him to be now. Now, he's begun to emotionally tear down his girlfriend, who, though I've only recently met, seems to be a very sweet girl. She was strong and confident when we first met a few months ago, but had just broken up with a physically abusive boyfriend, and then hooked up with my moron friend on the rebound, and now he's trying to act like an idiot. My husband has hated him from the start. He tends to be a good judge of character and warns me when he thinks someone he meets is not a good person, but I rarely listen and later he gets to say "I told you so."
Ok, now, I have a confession to make.

If I'm going to tell the story, I'm going to have to tell you that I lied when I said I did not physically react, and I'm just going to have to hope you'll forgive my dishonesty. I did. In fact, the physical violence was pretty bad on my part. I'm sorry for lying but it somewhat embarrasses me that I reacted in such a way and now I'm going into grad school to be a therapist!

So as I've said, this guy, this moron egomaniac, tries to act like a big bad***** and was obviously quite humiliated when he got the crap beaten out of him by a little girl and a couple of guys had to pull me off of him. Confused the hell out of our friends; I'm usually a docile, gentle human being, concerned with others and injustice and violence. But I snapped. And they found out that if something truly freaks me out, I can really just lose it.

He avoided me for a while; looked down at the ground and such when he had to be around me, and tried to leave our friends' houses as quickly as possible whenever I showed up. Eventually, though, he got comfortable again. When I heard of this new emotionally abusive behavior he was giving that sweet girl, the new friend of mine, my friends instantly warned me that if I started to think about it and he was there, I should either leave or just try to think about the fact that if I went on a rampage it would only make it harder on his girlfriend.

Like I said, I'm generally quite calm and non-violent. And you certainly wouldn't know I was capable of beating some grown man up quite as badly as I did if you looked at me--I'm little and gentle in nature. But when I snap, I snap.

They'd heard about a time before I was friends with them when some guy was drunk and showed up at a house where I was baby sitting an 8 year old girl (it was a friend of the family of this little girl, and he'd come over to see if they were there) and the girl interrupted him while he was trying to tell me some story about someone who'd made him mad in some way that night, and he pushed her, rather hard, and told her to mind her own damn business.

Now, mind you, this guy was bigger than the guy I beat up who is currently a friend. He was much heavier and more muscular and most guys would seriously not want to pi$$ him off. But I snapped when he pushed that little girl, and gave him a black eye and hit him in the kidney.

Anyway, back to cup-in-the-lap guy. In this case, he should have used better judgment, and everyone agrees quite thoroughly, including my neuropsych, my husband, and all the rest of my friends. It was a stupid move on his part, but they weren't quite expecting the reaction I had...at least, they weren't aware of the fact that I was that strong and able to hit a grown man so hard and be able to resist people from trying to pull me off of him when I was beating the living hell out of him. One of my friends thought it could be compared to one of those stories where a mother is able to lift a heavy car when her child has gotten pinned under it.

For God's sake, the guy had a black eye, a bruised rib, and a purple lump on his cheek, along with rather large bruises on his legs from where I was pinning him down on the couch with my knees.

He--and the other guys in our group--are a little more careful around me with what they say or do now, perhaps in excess. If I'm getting some ice out of the fridge, for example, and they need to get something and could do so quite easily, without doing more than perhaps brush my hand or shoulder, they prefer to wait until I am about three feet away before they go ahead and get what they need from said refrigerator, rather than brush past me. Didn't quite mean to scare them that bad. And it's been quite a while since the night I beat him up.

Oh, well. His bruised ego seemed to heal relatively well. And he learned a lesson in the process (even though there may have been better ways to teach him that lesson on my part.)

I suppose it's good fortune that both of these guys were raised with the principle that they should never, under any circumstances, hit a girl. I'm sure they (at least that big guy who pushed the girl I was babysitting) could have done far more damage on me than I did them.

Chrys