Log in

No account? Create an account
Dear Cymbalta - Redhead Rantings [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

Dear Cymbalta [Nov. 11th, 2008|09:25 am]
[Current Mood |crazycrazy]

While my pain is no worse without you, the frequent feeling of being high as a kite, unable to feel my teeth, and desire to throw up into plastic bags while driving is no longer welcome. Is that called vertigo when you stand up and your head feels like it keeps standing up once you've stopped and may fly off of your body? Please promptly get out of my life and stay out. The nightmares being so bad that I scare Craig also is not welcome. Sitting up and screaming, "Oh My God!" at 2am is not a good thing, ok?

Craig said he dreamed we adopted a very small dinosaur as a pet and that he went nude stargazing with Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. Nice moon out tonight. I think I'll take his dreams over mine. I was left alone in a dark parking lot after work and a person was lurking inside to attack me. Can I not be faux killed in my sleep please?

I also wanted to share that since I've been out of Physical Therapy and doing almost nothing physical due to my hurt toe that my pain is much better controlled. The key is having no life.