Hello there world! I had a follow up appointment with my rheumatologist today who treats my Lupus and Fibromyalgia. As you may recall in a previous blog, I have been having a very difficult time with the fibromyalgia for the past 7 months and have had to try several drugs such as a combination of Lyrica and Prozac, Soma, and now Cymbalta.
Good news: I am now on week 3 and the Cymbalta is now finally starting to help with my fibromyalgia pain and paresthesia. I am 30% better than I was before starting the Cymbalta. I still have depression and the Cymbalta hasn’t done a single thing to help that out. The doctor said to let it take a little more time to work its way into my system before we try an added medication to help with the depression.
Bad news: Lupus has been slowly making its way back in the forefront. My fingers are swollen to the point that they are shiny and red, my knuckles are bright red. I have traveling joint pain. My rashes from Tumid Lupus are out of control, covering my upper arms, cheeks and chest. And last but not least, my scalp is inflamed and forming new sores on a daily basis.
What does this mean? I am in a flare up, and its a bad one! I am on the generic version of Plaquenil called Hydroxochloroquine. This medication should be helping out my rashes and joint pain but it is not doing a single thing for my symptoms. It is time to start name brand Plaquenil to see if it helps me out any more than the generic version. He does not want to raise my Prednisone again, as we have been trying to lower it since September.
If the name brand of Plaquenil does not work then we will try Methotrexate weekly injections to try and control the skin and joint flare up. He does not want to jump into the Methotrexate, as I am already on another immunosuppressant called CellCept for my Lupus related kidney disease. The rheumatologist is testing my kidneys to see if they are going haywire again as well. I had 5 tubes of blood drawn today, which is not too bad seeing as though most of the time they draw anywhere from 5-10 vials.
My rheumatologist has informed me that I am not just sensitive to most forms of commercial lighting and sunlight anymore, it is making me extremely sick! Well, isn’t that lovely? He told me that I need to break down and buy a big hat to shade my face and wear long sleeves any time I am outside of my house on top of using the sunscreen. He said to buy sun protective clothing as well and to call my dermatologist for a visit. I looked online for some clothing, and Mr. Rheumatologist is out of his mind! These clothes are outrageously expensive!
I was so upset earlier today because of my news from my doctor that I called my husband to cry to him. I told him, “This whole Lupus business is way too expensive to keep up with.” He said that I was referring to the Lupus as if it’s the newest fad that I could choose to or not to follow. Okay, well, maybe the way I said it was a little bit ridiculous, as are many of the things that spit out of my mouth when I’m upset, but it is so true as well! Being sick is so expensive!
As far as my inflamed and sore covered scalp goes, I am a bit discouraged. Last December 2008 I began to develop the same symptoms of sores, inflammation, and itchiness which lead to hair loss by the end of the month. I had lost my hair for 3 months straight, and had a patch missing that was the size of my hand on my left side and on the back of my head. Oh goodness gracious, please don’t let me lose my hair again! I do have 2 wigs from the last time my hair fell out, but no matter how wonderful a wig looks, it is still not MY hair! And even if the wigs do look natural, they are itchy and make my head sweat. Big brimmed hat, you are my newest accessory!
Well, I guess it is time to get to researching sun protective clothing and preparing to sweat in long sleeves in the Sunshine State. I wonder if I am better off buying clothing or material to make my own clothing. Maybe there is a special type of detergent that will add the protection that I need. There has got to be a way to adjust more to my incredibly sensitive skin.
Showing posts with label Prozac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prozac. Show all posts
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Prozac Side Effects - Anxiety!
I started Prozac on October 7th, 2009 in hopes that this medication will help with the depression I was experiencing from Lupus and Fibromyalgia. I had been on Celexa in the past, however, that had caused me to gain weight. I was already on Prednisone, and the Celexa just added that little extra push to make my weight a grand total of 169 pounds on my 5 foot 3 inch frame.
My neurologist had suggested that I try Prozac, as it could also be used to help control my Narcolepsy in conjunction with Provigil, another medication that I had just recently started. He gave me the usual side effect speech and asked if I wanted to try it. I said sure! Why not?
The neurologist had told me how to wean off of the Celexa and start the Prozac. We had a 3 week plan to get me completely switched over and onto a 30 mg daily dosage. By week two of being on Prozac, I had started noticing a difference in my moods. It had started out as me having small bouts of crying episodes for no reason. My husband would ask me what was bothering me and I couldn't tell him. I did not know.
At the start of week three came the heart palpitations and nervousness. I was constantly in a state of worry, feeling as if the world was going to crumble beneath my feet. I was on edge and any sort of noise would trap itself inside of my mind and consume me. I could not remember simple words or names of people; I would just stutter and random words would flow from my mouth. I was becoming a wreck.
By the time week four came around, I would have multiple crying spells a day every day. I would feel on edge in the morning from the time my feet hit the floor. Within an hour, my heart would start beating faster and my stomach would be tied in knots and I would be so nauseous that just the sight of food on television made me gag. If the phone rang, I would silence it. If the dog barked I would jump. If my children asked me a question, I would say no. It didn't matter what the question was, I just couldn't comprehend what they were asking. It was as if I was living in a foreign country and I didn't know the language.
One day in week five of Prozac I had forgotten to take my medication and it was then that I had realized that I hadn't cried but twice that day. I had made dinner and did not need a reminder that I was cooking. It clicked. It had to be the Prozac that was causing me to feel as if nothing was attainable. I had contacted my doctor's office and they had gotten me in to see my doctor within a two day period (thank you to my awesome friend Sharon, who just happens to be a nurse there).
At the doctor appointment I explained what was happening and how I was feeling. My mother went with me to my doctor appointment (as she or my husband always does), and the doctor had explained to us that the Prozac was causing anxiety attacks. He told me not to worry... it will go away once off of the medication. He said that I am going to be a B.O.W. for a little bit longer while weaning off of the medication, however I will not be plagued by this awful mess forever. I asked what a B.O.W. was and my mom laughed so hard I think her eyes were tearing... "bitch on wheels". Good to know that my doctor is not only an excellent doctor, but he's a bit of a comedian too.
It took me 2 days to get off of that dreadful drug and I am now onto the next. It is my 4th day of Cymbalta. Day 1, 2, and 3 went well, but here we go again... the heart is starting to flutter today. With my fingers crossed that this is just the tail end of the Prozac, I will do my best to take deep breaths and re-evaluate every situation that makes my eyes start to water.
***I would just like to say that even though I had a horrible reaction to this drug, Prozac is an absolute life saver for some people. Everyone's body reacts differently to medications, so please keep that in mind as you read my story. Thank you!***
P.S.- I'm down to 152 pounds as of today! Possibly from the anxiety, but at least its a start towards a healthier me.
Please be sure to check out my website Lissa's World for more useful information.
My neurologist had suggested that I try Prozac, as it could also be used to help control my Narcolepsy in conjunction with Provigil, another medication that I had just recently started. He gave me the usual side effect speech and asked if I wanted to try it. I said sure! Why not?
The neurologist had told me how to wean off of the Celexa and start the Prozac. We had a 3 week plan to get me completely switched over and onto a 30 mg daily dosage. By week two of being on Prozac, I had started noticing a difference in my moods. It had started out as me having small bouts of crying episodes for no reason. My husband would ask me what was bothering me and I couldn't tell him. I did not know.
At the start of week three came the heart palpitations and nervousness. I was constantly in a state of worry, feeling as if the world was going to crumble beneath my feet. I was on edge and any sort of noise would trap itself inside of my mind and consume me. I could not remember simple words or names of people; I would just stutter and random words would flow from my mouth. I was becoming a wreck.
By the time week four came around, I would have multiple crying spells a day every day. I would feel on edge in the morning from the time my feet hit the floor. Within an hour, my heart would start beating faster and my stomach would be tied in knots and I would be so nauseous that just the sight of food on television made me gag. If the phone rang, I would silence it. If the dog barked I would jump. If my children asked me a question, I would say no. It didn't matter what the question was, I just couldn't comprehend what they were asking. It was as if I was living in a foreign country and I didn't know the language.
One day in week five of Prozac I had forgotten to take my medication and it was then that I had realized that I hadn't cried but twice that day. I had made dinner and did not need a reminder that I was cooking. It clicked. It had to be the Prozac that was causing me to feel as if nothing was attainable. I had contacted my doctor's office and they had gotten me in to see my doctor within a two day period (thank you to my awesome friend Sharon, who just happens to be a nurse there).
At the doctor appointment I explained what was happening and how I was feeling. My mother went with me to my doctor appointment (as she or my husband always does), and the doctor had explained to us that the Prozac was causing anxiety attacks. He told me not to worry... it will go away once off of the medication. He said that I am going to be a B.O.W. for a little bit longer while weaning off of the medication, however I will not be plagued by this awful mess forever. I asked what a B.O.W. was and my mom laughed so hard I think her eyes were tearing... "bitch on wheels". Good to know that my doctor is not only an excellent doctor, but he's a bit of a comedian too.
It took me 2 days to get off of that dreadful drug and I am now onto the next. It is my 4th day of Cymbalta. Day 1, 2, and 3 went well, but here we go again... the heart is starting to flutter today. With my fingers crossed that this is just the tail end of the Prozac, I will do my best to take deep breaths and re-evaluate every situation that makes my eyes start to water.
***I would just like to say that even though I had a horrible reaction to this drug, Prozac is an absolute life saver for some people. Everyone's body reacts differently to medications, so please keep that in mind as you read my story. Thank you!***
P.S.- I'm down to 152 pounds as of today! Possibly from the anxiety, but at least its a start towards a healthier me.
Please be sure to check out my website Lissa's World for more useful information.
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