A plateau at the same time as a bereavement

My experience was very boring, which I offer as data. Some of us just get a dull time of it.

Reading the opening post, I recognised more of that than I expected to.

What helped was lowering my own expectations of the week rather than trying to hold the week together.

Coming back to this a fortnight later to say it settled. Leaving the update because I hate reading threads that stop.

I did exactly the same and felt terrible about it. You have not done anything wrong.

Gently disagreeing with the reply above, or rather adding the other half of it.

Have you got anyone who can be with you when you do it? It made an enormous difference to me and I felt silly asking.

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.

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

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.

I am the person who had the frightening version of this. I went in, it was investigated, and it was not what anyone feared. Going in is the whole of my advice.

Building on what the reply above wrote rather than answering the original question.

I asked my nurse the same question and she said something I have repeated ever since: that the aim is to keep you on treatment, not to get you up the schedule.

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

I am about four months behind you and I have been dreading exactly this, so thank you for writing it down before I got there.