I had a bad day. It scared me.
Wednesday the weather was turning bad. I woke up in pain...stiff, sore, points of pain that felt like the point of a steak knife digging in. My brain was unable to allow me access to information...reasoning.
I was at work and coming up against things I KNEW the answer to and I could not THINK. It was like trying to swim through hospital jello. A few weeks ago the doctor had tried me on a new anti-depression med. I was on it for a week when it sent me reeling into such a major anxiety I had periods of paranoia. I was in my chair in the livingroom for 4 days...immobile. I didn't care about ANYTHING. I know my kids were confused and yet...when I told them the meds made me anxious and immobile, they understood that. That is kinda sad...they understood that. They have been through med side affects. I could have come out of it a lot sooner if I had understood. I thought the meds were NOT working. Then by the end of the third day it dawned on me. I did some web research and found ppl that had been put on the meds she gave me complaining of the same side affects. I quit. By Sunday I was feeling good...happy. I was great the whole next week.
This week I was kinda dragging a bit. But Wednesday...scared me. Once the storms passed I was okay. Have been okay.
I don't want to try any more meds right now. She had tried me on Cymbalta first. It killed the pain. It was GREAT! But after a week on that stuff I found myself being temperamental and wanting to punch someone. It took all my reserves to keep myself from yelling at some of the difficult customers and telling then exactly what I thought/felt. Needless to say, I quit taking that. As the doctor had told me, I was on the smallest dose there was of that so there was no weening me off it.
I had a weekend to recover. By Monday I was okay again.
I am putting up with the pain. I have 2 days a month I am allowed to use for sick days because of my fibromyalgia...and it won't be held against me as far as attendance. Thanks to the meds I used those 2 days plus a floating holiday at the beginning of the month. I can't use any time until after next week.
This last Wednesday would have been an excellent time to have an FMLA day to use. My supervisor (young enough to be my son) laughed cuz he thought it was funny that volatile weather could make me hurt so badly and make it difficult for me to think. He said, "so are you like a barometer?"
Yuck it up youngster.
You know he asked me what Epsom Salts is?
