She Who Speaks in Lyrics: November 2007

Well, if you have followed the comments about antidepressants that I have made...I have an update.

Two weeks ago, Doc upped my dosage from 30mg to 60mg because the depression symptoms were not under control (weepy, exhausted, uninterested in everything.) Nothing seemed to improve and then, all of the sudden, everything seemed worse. So I was wondering if the meds were a problem. In the meantime, my new prescription was ready and I was under such a dark cloud that I couldn't get myself out of the house to pick it up. The night of the second day without it, I had a massive breakdown and tried to let my hubby know what was going on with me. (He gingerly asked if he could pray with me...) On top of it all, I spent four hours up during the night coughing the congestion out of my lungs (it's the most wonderful time of the year...) and strained something in my back. When I got up in the morning so that he could head to work, I was in tears by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs. I was frustrated, exhausted, congested AND my back was in spasms. Sweet Prince stayed home from work. I rested and called the doctor. Much to my surprise, he INCREASED my dosage on the Cymbalta. So, I go home and choke down 3 capsules of the stuff and it sends my stomach into what I call "morning sickness mode." Oh my goodness. I have not hugged the toilet since I was expecting #3 (and I don't miss that!) A couple of hours later it subsided. Next morning...I take the dose on an empty stomach just to try something new. Oh happy day. It was flu-like...the ENTIRE DAY.

So I'm just tickled pink with my life. Today I tried 30 mg in the morning and I'll take the other 60mg at bedtime. Wish me luck.