...things are looking up.
Yesterday was my doctor appointment. He switched me back to Cymbalta right away but a lower dose than before to see if it still helps without all the sweating. And also added Lyrica. And raised my tramodol dose.
I am so glad I had those suicidal thoughts Monday night. They caused me to request an immediate appointment. They couldn't get me In Until Thursday. But here's the thing! I didn't have any more hateful thoughts. But Thursday came and I had TERRIBLE pain in my abdomen. Just terrible. Unbearable. And since I already had an appointment I was able to talk to my doctor right away about it. After he had pushed around on my abdomen I ended up in streaming tears on the exam table and so light headed I had to lay on the table half an hour after he was done with me. He ordered a CT and radiology had time immediately so I had it done and then my doctor called at 5:30 telling me I have a ruptured ovarian cyst. I don't know how I would have survived without the extra pain med he gave me for that.
I have to take it easy but also get lots of stuff done because I have to pack my house.