I swear I can’t win. I started on the Cymbalta almost a week ago. The good news, it is starting to help with the pain. The bad news, it killed my appetite. I’m lucky if I get 1000 calories a day. I’ve lost 5 pounds since I started. While that’s a welcome loss, it isn’t healthy nor sustainable. My anxiety has also gone into overdrive. My blood sugar is running low because of the not eating thing and that tends to trigger anxiety. Despite telling the doctor this, she doesn’t want me to go down on the dosage (I told her 30 mg had worked fine for me in the past but she insisted on putting me on 60 mg even though I’m incredibly sensitive to medication). She also doesn’t want me to take a daytime dosage of Klonopin. She essentially wants me to ride it out. I’ve got enough Klonopin to take it twice a day before I see her again, so I might use it as a crisis kind of thing. Oh and she isn’t worried about the not eating thing either.
I’m debating whether to try a different psychiatrist (see previous entry about the psychosis thing) or see if she works out. I don’t like doctor hopping and it’s my general rule not to do it unless the person is truly an ass or incompetent. But she doesn’t seem to really give a damn.
One step forward, two steps back. That’s the story of my life, or so it seems.