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Post by k9krap on Mar 9, 2023 2:32:19 GMT -5
I’ve injured myself. In bed! First, I pulled a muscle in my lower back squirming to the far side; then, I sprained or broke my right pinky toe. Bed is dangerous! 🤣🤣🤣
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Post by minx on Mar 9, 2023 10:14:20 GMT -5
This is scary! Bed should never turn on you - it's supposed to be a snug happy place.
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Post by k9krap on Mar 9, 2023 10:33:34 GMT -5
It’s usually my favorite place, except when I can’t sleep. Only I can injure myself lying down in bed. 🤣🤣🤣
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Post by k9krap on Mar 17, 2023 0:58:44 GMT -5
Not only do I have a sore baby toe on my right foot; now I have a painful big toe on my left. Ingrown toenail, I believe. I keep my nails very very short - cut ‘em to the nub. And these days, I can’t see what I’m doing with my feet, so I go by feel. It results in some bleeding at times. 🤣🤣 I suppose I should be more careful now that I suspect my “pre diabetes” has now become full blown diabetes (my diagnosis - I have the symptoms). I don’t want to lose a toe or foot.
And sometime between my morning shit and wiping my ass, I developed vertigo. I barely made it downstairs without puking (dry heaves) or falling on my ass. It’s going to be a great night.
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Post by k9krap on Mar 17, 2023 3:54:37 GMT -5
Well, that was brutal. Four plus hours of dry heaving and misery. I think it might be over for now.
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Post by Dave's Not Here Man on Mar 20, 2023 11:27:06 GMT -5
Wow the suck is strong with you. I hate to complain because by comparison, my problems are fairly insignificant. I will say that yesterday I was only able to hold the baby (while standing) for a few minutes and my back was not having it at all. I haven't taken any meds for anything other than my prescribed medicines since my GI issues over a month ago, but last night it was 4 advil and 2 muscle relaxers. I went to bed at midnite and woke up at 8 this morning is the exact same position as when I went to bed. Usually I wake up 100 times and turn over back and forth all night. Feeling quite a bit less fragile today, which I'm sure is a result of not turning and tossing all night like usual.
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Post by minx on Mar 20, 2023 13:44:15 GMT -5
Babies are hell on your back. You don't remember until you're standing with one in your arms.
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Post by k9krap on Mar 21, 2023 0:21:58 GMT -5
Ugh. Back. I’ve been a pretzel (notable to straighten up) for over 2 weeks now. I’ve had to scrimp on the muscle relaxers because I’m almost out. Heat. Heat. Heat. (No burns so far!). (I can’t take NSAIDs because of their effect on kidneys.)
I have no dream what set off that vertigo attack. I’ve cut back so much on the cbd that I don’t even get any kick out of it now. But it was brutal. The constant retching. And sweating. When it stopped, i would cool down but then became chilled. But every time I tried to put on my hoodie or grab a blanket, the heaving and retching would start up again. Misery. Not in its highest form, but close. I was left with a hypertension headache for about 24 hours.
I hope your back improves.
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Post by Dave's Not Here Man on Mar 21, 2023 13:12:08 GMT -5
Thanks. Yesterday was pretty bad and today at least the shooting and burning pain going down my left leg seems to have calmed down.
Your symptoms sound eerily like my panic attacks. No headaches but what I call a panic hangover. Sometimes it's the side effects of Ativan but other times it's certain symptoms that haven't completely resolved. I had an episode (like a 7 on the 10 scale) early this morning but managed to go back and sleep it off without medicating. Just the simple fact that this new NP has cut my monthly supply by 2/3 is already causing me more anxiety because now I can't justify using it for anything other than a full blown attack vs keeping my daily baseline down, which I guess you could call prophylactic use, which is not something an NP would take into consideration. Nor the other simple facts that I'm at serious high risk of withdrawals. I've started looking for a psychiatrist in the area but that is going to be a monmental task given they either 1: Don't accept my insurance 2: Aren't taking new patients 3: Can't get me in for 6 months. If medicaid drops me like I think they might, then I'l bite the bullet and self refer and self pay in order to get the meds adjusted PROPERLY as opposed to being restricted like a freaking child.
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Post by minx on Mar 21, 2023 16:17:31 GMT -5
In terms of psychs, my strong recommendation is not to see Dr. Tucker (can't think of her first name).
Bitch treated me for over 2 years and pretty much ignored me when I said that I was having issues sitting still, relaxing or sleeping. Her recommendations? 1) Cut back on the amount of Effexor I was on (never mind that when I tried, everything got 10 times worse) 2) Get a new job that wasn't so stressful (oh yeah, let me get right on that)
Got a new job - nothing changed.
Went to a psychologist and did out of pocket te$ting. Oh, have you ever considered that you're actually bi-polar? No, but it makes sense. In that case, Effexor is absolutely not something you should take - it will push you into a hypo-manic state and leave you there. Ohhhhh.
Came off Effexor (which was it's own little slice of hell) and went on a mood stabilizer and new antidepressant. Never looked back and have lived my best life since. It's been over a decade, and I still resent that bitch for taking 2 years of my life away.
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Post by Dave's Not Here Man on Mar 21, 2023 17:15:54 GMT -5
When we were still in LBG I decided to come off of Celexa and try something else. It made sense at the time because I had been on it, max dose, for quite some time and still had a fairly high baseline and panic episodes. Oh man. Worse decision I could have made. We (psych and I) even did it the right way by reducing in small increments and was going to go back to Zoloft. Again, really REALLY bad decision. I've always wondered about people that came off od an antidepressent and said the side effects were a nightmare. After that experience I wondered no more.
So now I know who not to see. The question remains of who I can or should see.
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Post by k9krap on Mar 22, 2023 0:18:13 GMT -5
I quit Effexor cold turkey, but it wasn’t as bad as Cymbalta. Quit both of them. I ran out of Effexor first. Then Cymbalta a month later. I think I’m still suffering some of the craziness from that experience.
Again, Betterhelp.com could be an option. Although I did see a headline about them recently but can’t remember what it was about. I’ve thought about using one of the virtual psychiatrists recently but I think I’m too far gone.
And I’ve never had vertigo or dry heaves during a panic attack. Yes, my heart raced during the heaving but it calmed once I was able to stop. I don’t think this was a panic attack at all. I’ve had significant attacks like this years ago when I was living with mom. I had to leave work with it several times. And I hid on a cot in a closet at a rescue symposium I attended one weekend. The only way I’ve found to get through it is to lie completely still in the dark. I can’t read or look at anything. Focusing is extremely difficult. And of course, I can’t eat or drink anything. (The symposium attack occurred during the breakfast and opening statements. My friend and I were supposed to man a booth during the lunch, but I missed it. 🤣).
My panic attacks consist of a racing heart, often beating irregularly along with shortness of breath and lightheadedness. But the lightheaded feeling is nothing like the vertigo. I don’t get nauseous at all.
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Post by minx on Mar 22, 2023 10:49:21 GMT -5
Yeah, coming off Effexor was bad. The second psych told me that the only way to really do it was to just get it done and do it as quickly as possible, because it wasn't going to be anything fun. But she was very up-front about what would happen so I knew what to expect. And she promised that she'd do a fast ramp-up on the Cymbalta to minimize how long I'd be miserable.
I dropped down to 37.5 mg (lowest dose) in less than 2 days, then had to quit entirely for two days. Only thing I clearly remember is having a really bad headache and nausea. And I remember calling my boss and telling him I had to sign out and go lie down. Jack told me I was hallucinating, my voice was slurred beyond belief and I couldn't sit or stand up. Scared the living shit out of him. Doctor told him to keep giving me Ativan and to wait it out.
By day two, I still felt crappy, but was able to get up and do stuff. Started the Cymbalta and Abilfy that evening, and felt much better 24 hours later. I think I was on the full dosage within 48 hours.
But I'd wish that shit on no one. And I am profoundly grateful that I found a doctor who not only knew what she was doing, but was completely up-front about what to expect. Because that's what saved me in the end - knowing what to expect - preparing the spouse for it, and knowing that it was going to be 24 hours, so over fast.
Oh, and my spouse is a fucking saint. That is all.
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Post by Dave's Not Here Man on Mar 22, 2023 11:41:01 GMT -5
This is EXACTLY the reason I don't want a NP, or even a GP for that matter, fucking with my psychoactive meds. I really need to put a concerted effort into finding a qualified psychiatric provider ASAP.
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Post by k9krap on Mar 22, 2023 23:20:27 GMT -5
I knew it was going to be difficult, but since my psychiatrist wasn’t available (and wasn’t renewing prescriptions), I had to do it on my own. And that Cymbalta is evil!
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Post by k9krap on Mar 25, 2023 9:29:33 GMT -5
THIS week, it’s been my eyes. Or, specifically, my left eye. New contacts on Sunday. Tuesday, my left eye was inundated with peroxide despite my careful rinsing with lens solution. For some reason, my left eye was the only one affected. Thursday, same. Just the left eye. Friday, I started a new process. Instead of rinsing the lenses by pouring solution over the lenses in the holder used for cleaning, I am removing them from the holder and putting them in a regular lens case. Then I soak them in solution. Since I’m dropping for 45 minutes before inserting the lenses, I have plenty of time for soaking if I can remember to do it.
Everything is such a pain in the ass.
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