Unacceptable

While you are wondering about gas prices, how to cut back on grocery costs, whether you can afford many of the plans you had set in place: maybe it was private school, maybe it was a yearly family vacation, maybe it was a new home to fit your ever-growing family….  While you are keeping your chin up, watching your investments with a sinking feeling, and putting on a smile for your family….THIS is happening under our very noses.  This is an indication there is something VERY, VERY, VERY wrong.

And by indication I mean neon sign.  And by neon sign, I mean bright, gargantuan, flashing lights that pierce your brain, likely while you are trying to sleep.

THIS made my blood boil.  THIS made me want to throw a tantrum.  And, no my friends, not an adult tantrum – simply cursing and knocking things off my desk, but a true two-year-old-throw-myself-on-the-floor-kicking-and-screaming at the pure ridiculous nature of multi-millionaires getting a government bailout and then celebrating in 5-Star-Style.

Hold please. 

OK, I’m back.  I wanted to re-read the article to make sure I didn’t misunderstand.  I wanted to make sure there weren’t a bunch of ‘apparently’s’ and ‘maybe’s’ in the article.  I wanted to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions.

Don’t think I am.

Hope those executives enjoyed their massages and pedicures.  Assholes.

Sorry…I know, I’m running a family show here, but, I can’t help it.  Assholes.

Withdrawal

For about 6 weeks now, I’ve been trying to get off this wretched medication my neurologist prescribed (hate her much!)…supposedly for fibromyalgia. Oh yes I posted about cymbalta before….when I first found out the withdrawal symptoms were so severe.  (Yes, Cymbalta’s ads describe it as an anti-depressant, but no, she didn’t tell me that)  When I experienced poor side effects, I stopped taking it and had the distinct privilege of experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms:  nausea, dizziness, vision disturbances, brain shocks and overall yuck. 

At first, I was convinced my doctors had missed something from the time my original symptoms appeared.  I won’t bore you with the terrible details again, since I already posted about it back in August.  I was scared them and, honestly, I still am.  I can no longer tell the difference between my original symptoms (the vision loss, the numbness and heaviness in my right arm) and those created by the Cymbalta.

Unfortunately, I won’t be able to figure it all out until the Cymbalta is completely out of my system.  I’ve been weaning off this terrible drug for nearly a month and a half.  First, I had to get BACK ON the medication to make sure it was, in fact, causing these feelings.  I had to take a full dosage of 30mg a day for 2 weeks, then had to pry the pills apart and dump half the contents for a few weeks, then had to dump more than half…and then had to do a 1/2 dosage every other day for a week.  And then stop.

I’ve stopped.  When I told the nurse at the neurologist’s office I was frightened because I had read online (there are MANY sites dedicated to Cymbalta withdrawal) that coming off this drug is like coming off heroin, her response: “Well, for about a week, it is.”

Comforting.  I don’t have any basis for comparison since I’ve never done heroin.  However, I can tell you, it isn’t fun.  Saturday was my last pill.  On Sunday, I was a bit queasy.  On Monday, a little dizzy, but pleasantly surprised that I wasn’t feeling serious effects.  I mentally celebrated too soon.

This afternoon, the ‘withdrawal’ started to kick in.  My vision is hazy.  I’m dizzy and nauseous. My mind is unfocused (please don’t hold any typos against me….my hands have a mind of their own).  I can’t seem to get words out.  And, my very favorite, the inside-shivers have started again.

My biggest problem: how long will this misery last?  There isn’t a template to follow or a rule-book to guide me.  I’m going to head to bed soon and hope that the symptoms fade a bit overnight.  Unfortunately, I think it gets worse before it gets better.  At least it did last time.

Wish me luck.

Seriously?

Since when does stress + not-so-good diet = breaking out?

Oh….that’s right…my body must be confused, since I seem to think I’m still 15 years old.

 

Cymbalta Sucks

Well….that just about says it all, now doesn’t it? 

I was prescribed this ‘medication’ (hell-ish-ness) for Fibromyalgia…or so the neurologist said.  I asked about side-effects.  She said, “There really aren’t any.” (That is a direct quote, I might add)  Apparently, if she had told me of any, there might have been a placebo effect causing me to experience them.  Placebo or not, I had side-effects: dizziness, headaches, nausea, night-sweats, nighttime jaw clenching, and couldn’t go to the bathroom for a week.

So, I stopped.  Apparently this is a great big NO-NO in the world of Cymbalta.  Why, you ask?  Because a cold-stop puts you in a tremendous withdrawal stage.  I didn’t know what was happening because 1) it took 3 weeks for the Cymbalta to exit my system and begin the disaster that is withdrawal and 2) many of the withdrawal symptoms are similar to what I was originally experiencing (ie, the symptoms that sent me to the neurologist to begin with – the dizziness, numbness in my arm, loss of coordination)

Yes, I checked the Cymbalta website before I stopped.  And yes, it said to check with your health care provider before stopping, but they say that about starting an exercise program too.  And the side-effects of stopping were nausea, headaches and dizziness.

For a week, I continued to feel worse, day by day, hour by hour.  I couldn’t stand without feeling like I might fall, I lost my balance while I was standing, I was plagued by ‘inside shivers’ or ‘brain jolts’ as other Cymbaltatakers have said, my eyes played constant tricks on me including blurriness and double vision, my coordination all but disappeared….typing became a joke (if you saw my original post before one of my dearest friends called me to point out my multiple errors…you would have seen typo after typo which is unusual for me.  I counted 25 when I went in to correct it).

Fortunately, my primary doctor recognized my symptoms and put me back on the Cymbalta to rule out other potential problems.  However, my original symptoms and my Cymbalta-related ones are now combined….so, it will be at least one month+ before we are able to get me off this horrendous medication and once again, begin the task of determining what is causing the heaviness in my arm, the tingling sensations in my arm and leg, the loss of coordination and the pressure behind my right eye.

There are dozens of websites and forums dedicated to Cymbalta withdrawal.  Who knew?  And the details aren’t sugar-coated. When I told the neurologist’s nurse that I was scared by what I was reading…that many describe coming off Cymbalta as akin to heroin withdrawal, her response, “Well, for that week, it is.”

Don’t be jealous.

I have to take the Cymbaltafor one more week and then begin halving the dosage.  It will take at least 5 more weeks until I get to stop taking it all-together.  And then, who knows how long it will take for the nastiness to exit my system entirely and cause the badness I experienced this week.

Wish me luck.  Thank you for all of your emails and prayers!

Mad and Sad and Feeling Bad update

Still feel terrible.  Worse today if that is possible.  So dizzy/off balance.  Visual yuck. Nausea. Inside shivers every few minutes.

Good news is, I went to my doctor.  Do love her.  Apparently, my worsening symptoms make me the poster child for the side effects you experience when you stop taking Cymbalta.  (Remember I stopped b/c it wasn’t helping AND my favorite side effect of not being able to go to the bathroom was rampant) Apparently Cymbalta has the dubious distinction of being one of the most, if not the most, difficult medicine to stop.  The immediate (hopeful) solution is for me to start taking it again to see if the worsening symptoms disappear. (Meaning the all-day dizzy, inside shivers, in ability to focus – mentally or visually etc.)

She is hopeful I will get back to ‘baseline’…where I was after the first loss of vision….meaning, the numbness and heaviness in the right arm/hand, the pressure around my right eye, some loss of coordination and dizziness.

Of course, I don’t imagine this will solve everything, but it certainly would be nice to know that I am not getting worse minute by minute.

Have to take it for the next week.  If the extra symptoms dissipate, we know all of the ‘worsening’ can be blamed on the Cymblata.  If that happens, I then have to begin the nearly 2 MONTH process of getting off this terrible drug. 

On the other hand, if the ‘worsening’ doesn’t get better, I have to have a spinal tap (don’t be jealous) to definitively rule out MS and a muscle biopsy to rule out ALS and the like.

In the mean time, I still go to the neuro opthamologist next week and hope he has a recommendation to solve my initial and pervasive visual problems….and I go back to the neurologist in 2 weeks with an update on everything. Who knows what she will think :)

The other good news (thank you bloggy friends for offering suggestions) I did ask the doctor about all of your suggestions (those I received online and personally via email).  I do not have lupus (previously ruled out by a blood test), I do not have chiari malformation (I did have an MRI of my spine and brain during which it would have been visible) and it is not a cold/flu/inner ear imbalance.  All great things to ask about…and it is because of many of you that I have been able to rule out some serious conditions.  Thank you.

 

 

OK….I’ll admit it…

I’m scared.  In fact, I’m petrified.

Call it intuition, call it self-awareness.  I suppose, call it whatever you want.  But I know, deep down in my gut, that something is wrong.

Just like I know, even when the doctors do not, when there is something wrong with my children.  I know if a cough is really pneumonia, and whining is really about to turn into a fever.  So, I suppose it is safe to recognize that same intuition when it applies to me.

On July 8th, I was standing in my kitchen, on the phone with my mom.  I had just come home from the gym.  Kids were playing, mom was talking.  And, all of a sudden, I couldn’t see.  No lights or spots appeared.  I just couldn’t see, and then it felt like I was cross-eyed.  I couldn’t focus no matter how I blinked or shook my head to clear it.  I felt like a cartoon character trying to knock the side of my head to correct my vision.

When I told my mom, she had me sit and close my eyes.  Didn’t work.  She told me to hang up and call my doctor.  My shaking hands and crossed eyes found my way to my purse and began to feel for a business card I knew had my doctor’s number on it.  Of course I couldn’t focus on it, but was able to make out a number or two that prompted my memory.  It was while I was on hold waiting for a nurse that my vision started to return…but it was hazy and there was a lot of pressure focused in and around my right eye.

Because I expressed my fear of strokes, because I had never lost my vision, because my husband was out of town,  because I was home alone with 2 children., because I was frightened…I was eventually told to go to the hospital.

They didn’t even check me in before taking me back for an examination and a cat scan.  The diagnosis: (which I later found out was a diagnosis of exclusion) an ocular migrane.  I never got a headache.  I was given a migraine cocktail (miserable by any one’s standards) but the cocktail was administered 4 and a 1/2 hours after my eye episode.  I was sent home.

The next night, on the eve of my daughter’s 4th birthday, I sat down at the computer and within 5 minutes, felt a numbness and tingling move its way down my right arm.  My husband was still out of town.  My irrational mind could think of nothing except  “I cannot die on my daughter’s birthday.”  I ended up on the phone with my doctor.  She (God love her) calmed me down.  She explained that a stoke would effect my right eye and my LEFT side (or vice versa) but said she wanted to see me again if the symptoms persisted.

They did.  My right side, my dominant side was slightly weaker.  My right eye moves slightly slower than my left. My fear was MS.  Based on the symptoms (loss of or trouble with vision, tingling, numbness or heaviness in extremities, loss of coordination, fatigue) I was a poster child.  But an MRI of my spine and brain revealed no lesions that are indicative of the disease.

I visited a neurologist.  She looked at my MRI, examined me, looked at the MRI again to make sure she hadn’t missed something, and told me we had a few options: it could be MS (but she highly doubted it since there are no lesions visible), it could be migraines or it could be stress.

P.S.  I get headaches all the time, but not what I would classify as a migraine.  And, I wasn’t stressed until all of this started happening….and I was alone with the kids. I already have fibromyalgia.  I has lived with it for 16 years. I was diagnosed by a leading rheumatologist in Los Angeles long before the disorder became truly recognized.

The neruologist seemed to think a ‘fibromyalgia’ medication might help.  It would decrease the physical pain, and, oh by the way, it might also help my stress.  As it turns out, Cymbalta is marketed as an anti-depression medication that could help with aches and pains rather than the other way around.  After taking it for 3 weeks, having terrible headaches, and being unable to go to the bathroom for a week of that time, I stopped taking it.  It hadn’t improved my symptoms and it was making me feel worse.

Five days ago, my symptoms intensified.  I lose my balance when I am standing still.  I am constantly dizzy.  I often feel like there is a current running from the top of my head down my neck to my shoulders and out both arms.  My mom described it as an ‘inside shiver’.  That is a perfect way to explain it.  It sometimes appears as though someone has ‘dimmed’ the lights in the perimeter of my vision.  It is all worse at night when I am most tired.   I am constantly stopping in the middle of sentences, having lost my train of thought, or unable to grasp the word I need to continue. 

I have experimented with food to make sure it is not blood-sugar related.  I have tried going to bed earlier in the hopes that my eyes are tired.  I was hopeful I might be experiencing the onset of the flu. 

I went to visit a chiropractor (despite my irrational fear of being paralyzed by a quick snap) in the hopes that there was a misalignment causing the heaviness on my right side.  The chiropractor is wonderful.  She is gentle and kind. My x ray was fine.  Another test she did was not.  It is computerized, Nasa Technology that can determine the amount of strain/pressure on each muscle surrounding your spine and neck.  My scan showed as ‘severe’ and ‘off the charts’ on the right side.  She hopes treatment can alleviate the right side dysfunction.

I have an appointment with a neuro opthamologist next Friday.  In my perfect world, the chiropractor fixes the problems on the right and the numbness, tingling and heaviness abates.  And the neuro opthamologist says, “Girl…you need glasses” …that will fix all the visual issues. And then I go back to normal, right?

Except, I really don’t think so.  I just feel as though there is really something off.  I don’t trust that I can see everything in my perimeter when I am driving.  I’m not confident that my body won’t betray me while I am picking up the kids or carrying them up to bed.  It feels as though there is someone else at the controls.  Someone else is playing with my internal temperature gage…hence the inside shivers.  And someone else keeps dimming the lights or making me blurry…causing me to shake my head constantly in an attempt to clear the horizon.

I hate to ask for comments…but, since I’m at a bit of a stalemate…I would appreciate any thoughts, insight or suggestions.

One of those days…

OK…on most days (alright, on some days) I love my Mommy job.

Today was not one of those days.  Today was the kind of Mommy job day that makes you want to crawl back under the covers and hide.  The kind of day where you find yourself searching for an escape route or debating selling your kids on EBay.

Today I was ignored. Today I was positive it was only the neighborhood dogs who could hear me speak, since clearly my children couldn’t.  Today my not-so-sweet little ones tossed food on the floor, took the stuffing from the cushions, tried to pull the blinds lose, screamed at the VERY top of their lungs, climbed on the kitchen counter, refused to speak to their Daddy, slammed more doors than I knew we had and demonstrated tantrums that can only be described as Oscar-worthy. Today I was thrilled to discover Delaney’s influence over Coop now includes teaching him lovely phrases like, “I no yike you.”  Yes, my 2 year old told me he doesn’t ‘yike’ me.

I was also told I was mean.  That’s ok.  Right now, I feel kind of mean.

But then I remember the gift from the heavens:  today’s annual Doctor’s appt for the little devils DID NOT INCLUDE SHOTS (this was a surprise for me…I had been prepping myself for the horror)  And I remember that they hugged each other throughout the appt. 

And I remember that Delaney had a new-found love of making funny faces for the camera and trying to make Coop laugh.

And I remember that when I told Cooper he had to take his ‘sucker’ into the kitchen, the little blue mouthed guy, looked straight at me, arms spread wide and said, “Iss not a sucka, Mommy, is a wing.” (that would be a ring pop for those of you still learning the ins/outs of toddler-ease.)

And, despite that fact that it took 4 trips to bed to get them to stay there,  I remember what they feel like when they snuggle.

And, then I take a deep breath and remember that tomorrow, while ripe with new challenges, tantrums, food fights and sassiness…..is a new day.