it’s been nearly 70 days since i finished the prescription. by all accounts the medication ought to have cleared my system two months ago and, while the frequency symptoms reach forceful levels has diminished, i’m still in throws of the Cymbalta don’t-you-dare-leave jive.
there seems to be a one to one ratio for clearer periods to foggier ones. i managed to string a couple of productive, feeling pretty good days together last week, only to be followed by an unusually heavy weekend – two good days followed by two lousy ones.
the dominate, remaining symptoms include: bowling ball head, inexplicable rage, depression, aches and pains and a general clumsiness.
the clumsiness has an effect on fine motor skills and creates off-balance conditions where it seems signals to the left and right sides are out of synch; turning a corner when walking, for example, can create stupid, wall-bouncing things to happen.
i’ve lost count of the number of times keys have been dropped unto the floor, and my keyboarding skills have regressed to beyond being thick and slow to where i aspire to the level of a discarded rutabaga.
when depressive symptoms weigh in they do so heavily and on those mornings the simple act of getting out of bed requires more effort than i can muster, will and/or beg for. i also develop craving for simple carbohydrate based food and have consumed entire containers of ice cream with a whole apple pie in two sittings. probably could have done it in one if i had a large enough bowl. thing is, i rarely eat this kind of stuff.
on a positive note, it seems the debilitating heartburn, developed during the last six months i was taking the Cymbalta, has ceased.
i occasionally wonder if i’ll recognize real life if i see it again.