Fibromyalgia Pain and Thoughts of Possible Overdose
Well, if you're wondering about the passed few days without having an update for Love Knots, this is part of the reason why...
my husband left for work at 6 and I had just taken my 'normal' dose of 3 Lyrica which I take for Fibromyalgia pain. I'm online RPing a story with a friend and have gotten up several times walking around the house and am still in major pain. Around 10:30-11 I go take a soak in the bath and take two more after that because I am still in incredible pain. I don't know if it hurts more sitting or walking around, when I got up to get dinner before my bath, I was in so much pain I could hardly move. Finally getting semi-comfortable, my friend and I continue our story until 4 am, with me getting up now and then before we both turn in, me taking two more on the way to bed. At this time, my pain is still severe but otherwise I feel okay.
Friday Morning, Pat comes in and wakes me up as usual, asking me when I came to bed and taking the dog out like normal. When he comes in, I am asleep again and he wakes me up once more not being able to get to sleep right away, we normally talk for a while. He's rubbing my back and I can't get comfortable again either, feeling my legs stiffening. My breah is kinda short but nothing that alarms me since I've had shortness of breath just going for a walk before, and I tell him I think I'm going to get up for a while and stretch before my legs get too stiff. When I get up, I'm sitting on the side of the bed and have a wave of dizziness and it passes after a moment as I sit on the edge of the bed.
After it's subsided, I get up and head for the door, and I can hardly control my balance, staying on my feet. I make it to the Office which is the room diagonal from ours and sit down in the chair - one of my friends had asked me the night before if I was going to be on and I was checking to see if she was on yet - My vision is blurred and swimming, my friend isn't on so blinking like mad, I pull up the Lyrica website. It says to call the doc if you experience the symtoms I am experiencing. So, I call my doctor, and leave a message with the nurse.
I leave the message and am waiting on my friend, I leave a few messages on DA and my friends know my typing and I asked them to forgive my spelling because I was shaking so bad when I wrote the replies I got tired of backspacing all the time and just left the mistakes in that they know I don't do on purpose if I can help it.
The nurse calls back around 11 am and tells me that the doctor wants me to go to the ER, so Pat and I go and are there around 11:30. Of course with the possible OD information, they get me back there and hook me up to monitors and everything and then ask me all the questions... Why'd you take so many? Were you trying to hurt yourself.... Those questions.
Well, on the way there, I told Pat I had too much to live for and too much to do to attempt sucide, but that I knew they were going to ask. For one thing, our eighth anniversary is on Monday, and as for too much to do, I'm trying to go back to school starting in March, and I'm also trying to get my poetry book reprinted. Then there's my other writing and my art projects I want to get back to... suicide's not even at the bottom of the list.
So, to answer your own questions, yes, before Pat and I met, I was suicidal, but I haven't tried anything in the eight years we've been together... and I mean together as in married. Together-together has been 8 years and one month. LOL.
Anyway, I knew they were going to ask, and I got asked by the lady in triage, by the monitoring guy and by the doc himself. When the doc came in, he asked me first and then pulled Pat out to ask him, which I knew they had to do so I expected it. Anyway, what took so long between the monitoring and seeing the doc was the monitoring and them calling the poison control center.
When the doc came back in, he said that I had just experienced the same side effects that a person taking the usual, one to two per day dose might take, so it was not a dangerous medication to OD on. Why was mine three? Because two did nothing for me, I was still often times hurting with two, Thursday night though was the worst pain I have ever been in though... normally, it was just isolated to my back, this was centered in my mid back to my knees, and then having spasms in my arms and calves as well.
So, they gave me Tylenol 3 with codine, which I think I have taken before... Pat says we have our own private pharmacy just for my pain meds. I am wondering if I build up a tolerance for them, and should just keep them all, cycling through them.
So, now, I am on Tylenol 3 which Monday when I have my apt. to get yelled at by my doc, I will have to talk to him about. I can't likely get much of anything done while on this and being crashed out all the time, but something has to change. My mom suggested going to see a neurologist about it, and I may have to do that...
Anyway, that is why there hasn't been an update from me in a few days. Might not be till Tuesday or later, depends on what happens when I see my doc... and if he doesn't kill me. LOL. I think he was more freaked about things than I was.
my husband left for work at 6 and I had just taken my 'normal' dose of 3 Lyrica which I take for Fibromyalgia pain. I'm online RPing a story with a friend and have gotten up several times walking around the house and am still in major pain. Around 10:30-11 I go take a soak in the bath and take two more after that because I am still in incredible pain. I don't know if it hurts more sitting or walking around, when I got up to get dinner before my bath, I was in so much pain I could hardly move. Finally getting semi-comfortable, my friend and I continue our story until 4 am, with me getting up now and then before we both turn in, me taking two more on the way to bed. At this time, my pain is still severe but otherwise I feel okay.
Friday Morning, Pat comes in and wakes me up as usual, asking me when I came to bed and taking the dog out like normal. When he comes in, I am asleep again and he wakes me up once more not being able to get to sleep right away, we normally talk for a while. He's rubbing my back and I can't get comfortable again either, feeling my legs stiffening. My breah is kinda short but nothing that alarms me since I've had shortness of breath just going for a walk before, and I tell him I think I'm going to get up for a while and stretch before my legs get too stiff. When I get up, I'm sitting on the side of the bed and have a wave of dizziness and it passes after a moment as I sit on the edge of the bed.
After it's subsided, I get up and head for the door, and I can hardly control my balance, staying on my feet. I make it to the Office which is the room diagonal from ours and sit down in the chair - one of my friends had asked me the night before if I was going to be on and I was checking to see if she was on yet - My vision is blurred and swimming, my friend isn't on so blinking like mad, I pull up the Lyrica website. It says to call the doc if you experience the symtoms I am experiencing. So, I call my doctor, and leave a message with the nurse.
I leave the message and am waiting on my friend, I leave a few messages on DA and my friends know my typing and I asked them to forgive my spelling because I was shaking so bad when I wrote the replies I got tired of backspacing all the time and just left the mistakes in that they know I don't do on purpose if I can help it.
The nurse calls back around 11 am and tells me that the doctor wants me to go to the ER, so Pat and I go and are there around 11:30. Of course with the possible OD information, they get me back there and hook me up to monitors and everything and then ask me all the questions... Why'd you take so many? Were you trying to hurt yourself.... Those questions.
Well, on the way there, I told Pat I had too much to live for and too much to do to attempt sucide, but that I knew they were going to ask. For one thing, our eighth anniversary is on Monday, and as for too much to do, I'm trying to go back to school starting in March, and I'm also trying to get my poetry book reprinted. Then there's my other writing and my art projects I want to get back to... suicide's not even at the bottom of the list.
So, to answer your own questions, yes, before Pat and I met, I was suicidal, but I haven't tried anything in the eight years we've been together... and I mean together as in married. Together-together has been 8 years and one month. LOL.
Anyway, I knew they were going to ask, and I got asked by the lady in triage, by the monitoring guy and by the doc himself. When the doc came in, he asked me first and then pulled Pat out to ask him, which I knew they had to do so I expected it. Anyway, what took so long between the monitoring and seeing the doc was the monitoring and them calling the poison control center.
When the doc came back in, he said that I had just experienced the same side effects that a person taking the usual, one to two per day dose might take, so it was not a dangerous medication to OD on. Why was mine three? Because two did nothing for me, I was still often times hurting with two, Thursday night though was the worst pain I have ever been in though... normally, it was just isolated to my back, this was centered in my mid back to my knees, and then having spasms in my arms and calves as well.
So, they gave me Tylenol 3 with codine, which I think I have taken before... Pat says we have our own private pharmacy just for my pain meds. I am wondering if I build up a tolerance for them, and should just keep them all, cycling through them.
So, now, I am on Tylenol 3 which Monday when I have my apt. to get yelled at by my doc, I will have to talk to him about. I can't likely get much of anything done while on this and being crashed out all the time, but something has to change. My mom suggested going to see a neurologist about it, and I may have to do that...
Anyway, that is why there hasn't been an update from me in a few days. Might not be till Tuesday or later, depends on what happens when I see my doc... and if he doesn't kill me. LOL. I think he was more freaked about things than I was.