I went to the Dr. this morning at 8. I got myself mentally ready to let him speak first on the issue of me stopping the Cymbalta and then I had my objections to that plan and also questions as to how to get off the medicine with his help. After my feelings at how his nurse had brushed me off and made me wait two more days after my full explanation of my side effects, I was as they say, armed for bear.
He asked me about the side effects. Had me rate my pain on a scale of 1 to 10 and the weirdest thing happened. As I sat with my bare face hanging out he said, "well if this medication is making you feel this bad, let's stop it now and get you on down the road without it". I almost dropped my teeth out of my head. I told him I had been afraid that he was going to say it was all in my head and that he would poo poo my feelings. He said that it was all in my head, but that it was my head and if I felt like this wasn't going to work then WE needed to find a better way. Because no one knew what I was feeling like except me.
I asked if had any strategies on getting down that road with the least amount of pain from the withdrawal. He indicated that from his reading of the symptoms, first I probably had not been on the med long enough for it to be extreme but I should start drinking alot more water, take my Valium prescription for the muscle tension, and if I needed anything else or if I was having a reacion that those things or a benadryl didn't help, I should just come in, anytime.
Then he proceeded to become my new best girlfriend in a discussion about our lives and the paths that coulda crossed here in Albuquerque, people we both knew, my parents, his parents and a guilty little pleasure concerning watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills last night......OMG. When I was leaving his exam room, his office manager said to him that he was running really late and he said, I know but I just really have not enjoyed visiting with a patient like this in a very long time.
Now someone pinch me. Have I entered the Twilight Zone???? He treated me like a real live human being. He wants US to work on getting me better. And he's my bestie to boot? Damn life is good ya'll.
Thank you all for the positive thoughts, personal messages (I will get to answering those now as soon as I can) and the well wishes and prayers. It is because of you that I even had the where with all to form a plan in talking to him. I am truly blessed by all of you. You gave me courage to put me first.
Now go celebrate for me and have a super weekend. XOXO Oma Linda