Can it really be?

It’s now 8:22 pm and I have had…count with me now…1 (one) soma today. No lortab. Yeah me! It’s going on 24 hours since I’ve taken one and damn it…that makes me happy. However, in saying this…I’m taking one just as soon as this posts. After doing all of the cleaning and laundry today, it’s starting to catch up with me and I’m feeling it. But just knowing I can get through again without taking that shit is a Hip Hip Hooray moment for me!

And for an update on the ugly from yesterday…Yes, again…too much information!

Make. It. Stop.

Seriously…this shit needs to stop. And now.

I was perfectly fine before I had that run in with Cymbalta. The cocktail I was on was doing its job. Granted, I still had some bad days, but not like this. This is ridiculous.

Part of the issue I believe is with the Lortab. See…Lortab causes constipation which causes hard stools which causes straining which leads to both muscles spasms and the all dreaded hemorrhoids.

If you are brave, feel free to read more below…, but it ain’t pretty. You’ve been warned.

Normalcy is such a fleeting thing

Yes, I stole that title from my facebook status…so shoot me.

Friday night showed me a glimmer of what my normalcy should be. However, Saturday dawned and normalcy decided to take a hike.

I am back to my normal cocktail of drugs but, as I have found out (the hard way I might add) they do not take you back to the way you were immediately. Stupid freaking doctors! Anyway…Saturday saw a panic attack early because I forgot how bad the muscle spasms in my chest were (hey isn’t that what the drugs are for??) So therefore Kel thinks she’s having a damn heart attack even though she knows good and well that her heart is just peachy and she’s freaking for nothing. And you know what happens when you have a panic attack right? Yup…you guessed it. You tense up and you hurt even worse. So guess where I spent most of Saturday? Ye ole couch. Even though I hate her, she was my best friend.

The only thing good that came from Saturday was this:

snowman

Greg stole it for me during Dirty Santa at our local SCCA Christmas party. See…he really does love me.

Today has been better, though not perfect. I will be going back to work tomorrow though it’s not going to be fun since they took me away from my fav attorney. hummppph.

The day after

Today was better. The haze is gone, but my God was the pain there.

I knew when I made the decision to not take any meds last night that today would be bad. But I really didn’t think it would be that bad.

I got up this morning around 9. The migraine still hadn’t dissipated and every muscle felt like it was rebelling against me. I dealt with it until around 1 when I finally took a Soma. Like I told Danielle, I would rather have the high from the Soma (simply because I hadn’t really eaten anything for close to 36 hours) than go through what I went through yesterday. I never want to go through that again.

The Soma kicked in and did its job, for the most part. The Lortab finished it off. It’s now almost 11pm. I actually feel normal. Well, normal for me anyway. My sleep cycle is screwed up, but I’ll deal with that this weekend.

So umm…Cymbalta, you can kiss my ass. I’ll not be taking you again.

Yeah, I don’t recommend it

Yesterday was a living nightmare.

I did what my RA told me. I took my Ambien, Soma and that shit Cymbalta Wednesday night before bed. I do not recommend ever doing that. I was soooo…hell, drugged up, it wasn’t funny. I don’t even remember driving to work Thursday morning. I finally came home around noon because I just could not function. Everything was in slow motion. My skin was crawling. I felt numb. It was ugly.

When I got home I called Danielle before I could go into full panic mode. She told me my RA was stupid, which I fully agree with. I was telling her all of the symptoms and her diagnosis was that I was basically od’ing (without actually od’ing) with all of the meds in my system. I also called my RA’s office and told them what was going on. Their response…go to the ER and have my system flushed out. Before doing that however, I called Alicia, whom I just love from my GP’s office, and she was of a different opinion. She said that they wouldn’t flush my system for 30mg’s of Cymbalta. That I just needed to ride out the storm. I wasn’t really keen on that idea, but it beat the hell out of the ER option.

I consciously made the decision that I would not take any other meds until this shit was out of my system. In making this decision, I knew I would be in pain the today. It was a chance I was willing to take. By 3pm yesterday I had THE migraine from hell. I was already hurting before this, but I could handle it. But when the migraine started, all of the other pain intensified 100 fold. I wanted to just curl up and die. I couldn’t sleep either. Every time I tried my heart would speed up or slow way down. I was either too hot or too cold. It seemed like none of my systems were working right.

I finally laid down around 10:30 to try and get some sleep. I woke up a dozen times or so because I couldn’t get comfortable or the pain just got to be too much. I did get 3 hours solid sleep from about 6-9 am. Needless to say, I did not go into work today. There was no way in hell that was going to happen.

Well, that didn’t quite work as planned

One of the new drugs Dr. Garcia prescribed for me for the pain was a drug called Ultram. I was told it was non-narcotic, non-habit forming and had very few side effects. I figured if it made the damn pain go away, I’d give it a go.

I don’t sleep very well when taking new medications (my freaky side again), so the first night probably isn’t a good indication of how well the med worked. Though I suppose it was ok. However, the next day was not so good. I had a “hangover” for most of the day. When I called Dr. Garcia, I was told to take the medication earlier in the evening (6pm instead of right before bed) to see if that helped.

Oh good lord have mercy. So not a good thing to do. (We’re guessing here, but since the drug is time released, we believe that there was too much in my system at one time which made me react the way I did.) People I felt high as a freaking kite. I still felt like I had all of my cognitive abilities, but everything was in super freaky slow motion, my brain had decided to take a vacation…you get the picture. Basically I had just about every damn side effect there was.

Needless to say, I stopped taking it all together. It wasn’t worth it. Yes, I only took it twice, but had a bad experience each time, so yeah…I’m a big wuss. Though I may end trying it again if we can’t find anything else that works.

Oh and the Nexium, yeah, that didn’t work quite so well either.

So I’m back to my old drugs…Protonix, Zantac, Advil and Tylenol. Yeah me.