I'm Not the Only One Who Has Blonde Moments

I have a habit of speaking before thinking things through. I also tend to be a bit on the gullible side.

Case in point: In high school I was on the swim team. My boyfriend was on the track team. One day he was telling me about track meets, and somehow the conversation came around to the people needed to run a meet. He was listing off volunteer positions, and in the middle of the list said, "javelin catchers". I stopped him there, but not for the reason you would think...Not to tell him there was no such thing, but to ask him how that was fair. "But if they catch the javelin, how do they know it wasn't going to go further, and what if one javelin catcher is taller than the other? If one is taller then he can catch the javelin sooner." Yeah, really, I was that gullible.

These type moments happen so often that one time my husband, who is almost a foot taller than me, was standing over my head examining my hair. My very brunette hair. After a few seconds, I stopped talking and asked, "What ARE you doing?!" His answer? "Looking for the blonde roots."

But last night was his moment to shine. SHINE, I tell you. This year, thanks to my "Aunt" Becky we bought a remote control to turn on and off the Christmas tree lights. As we were shutting down the lights to go to bed, Michael tells me, "I really like that remote. I wonder if we can get one for other things like lamps." I told him you can hook up anything you plug in. He says, "Cool, you mean we can hook up a remote for the TV?"...Oh, yes he did! I was like, "What did you just say?" Then he tried to play it off. "Oh, nothing." Uh Huh...Too late now. I heard you.

Finally! I'm not the only one with the ditzy, did I just really say that moments.

Do NOT forget to take your Cymbalta!

I am miserable. Probably not what you wanted to read, huh?

The night before last I forgot to take my meds. I remembered after I was in bed and almost asleep. I didn't think too much of it. Then I forgot to take it altogether yesterday. Probably just the busyness of the year. Again, I remembered in the middle of the night. This morning I woke up and had to rush out the door. I didn't even eat any breakfast. I was still ok. Just ok. I was in pain. I couldn't sleep much last night because I was hurting so much from the fibromyalgia. Hips, legs, back, neck. They all hurt. And they hurt to the point of keeping me awake.

When we got to where we were going I noticed a sharp pain shooting horizontally through my calf with each step. I tried to tough it out. The pain slowly spread to my feet and back. Then I got "stuck" in between 2 people at a store, and had an overwhelming feeling of just feeling trapped. I caught a glance of myself in a mirror. I did not like what I saw. I basically just lost it. It was too much. There is a reason they tell you not to stop taking Cymbalta and Lyrica cold turkey, and today I lived that.

When we finally got home I went straight in, took my medication and topped it off with a muscle relaxer to try to counteract the pain. Then I took a 3 hour nap. Since then the physical pain has lessoned, but I have been on the verge of tears all night.

So basically this is a cautionary tale. If you are prescribed Cymbalta and Lyrica, make sure you don't miss your doses. Be careful to not be lulled into a "I feel good. I must be doing better, so it will be ok." state of mind. Even if you have to get up out of bed at 3am, take them.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better!