My Last Big Mac
A week ago I ran out of my anti-depressant Cymbalta. My pain doctor gave me this drug to help with my Fibro symptoms and it has been a life saver. I thought I had an extra bottle stashed away in my drug box but there were none. I called the pharmacy to get a refill and of course they had to order them because they are such a hot item these days. I didn't think I would have any problems going a few days without. Wrong!
Two days after taking my last Cymbalta I started getting these weird brain zaps. Picture someone taking a cattle prod and sticking it inside your head. That's what it felt like. Then the bug bites started. I felt a bug on my back and ripped off my shirt to see what was biting the hell out of me. Then I felt another bite on the back of my leg. I was ready to put myself in the shower and set off a bug bomb. I took some valium to calm myself down and called the pharmacy to see if my Cymbalta had arrived yet. Sorry but they won't be in until tomorrow. I screamed at the poor guy on the phone that I was having major withdrawals and I needed my drugs NOW! He looked to see what other drugs I had on hand and told me to take some Ativan to calm myself down. I told him I was no longer on Ativan but back on Valium and of course he says that'll work too. No shit sherlock. Finally the next day my drugs arrived and there was no way in hell I could have driven the 15 miles to town to pick them up. The brain zaps were happening every 2-3 minutes and I had clawed up my body scratching phantom bug bites. My husband made the drive to town and picked up my drugs plus a Big Mac for me. He knew I was ready to go over the edge and the Big Mac would help calm my nerves while the Cymbalta kicked in.
That will be the last Big Mac I ever eat. I will always associate it with brain zaps and bug bites.
So long Ronald McDonald!
Two days after taking my last Cymbalta I started getting these weird brain zaps. Picture someone taking a cattle prod and sticking it inside your head. That's what it felt like. Then the bug bites started. I felt a bug on my back and ripped off my shirt to see what was biting the hell out of me. Then I felt another bite on the back of my leg. I was ready to put myself in the shower and set off a bug bomb. I took some valium to calm myself down and called the pharmacy to see if my Cymbalta had arrived yet. Sorry but they won't be in until tomorrow. I screamed at the poor guy on the phone that I was having major withdrawals and I needed my drugs NOW! He looked to see what other drugs I had on hand and told me to take some Ativan to calm myself down. I told him I was no longer on Ativan but back on Valium and of course he says that'll work too. No shit sherlock. Finally the next day my drugs arrived and there was no way in hell I could have driven the 15 miles to town to pick them up. The brain zaps were happening every 2-3 minutes and I had clawed up my body scratching phantom bug bites. My husband made the drive to town and picked up my drugs plus a Big Mac for me. He knew I was ready to go over the edge and the Big Mac would help calm my nerves while the Cymbalta kicked in.
That will be the last Big Mac I ever eat. I will always associate it with brain zaps and bug bites.
So long Ronald McDonald!
posted by ShirleyValentine @ 8:46 PM
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