This link will tell you more than you want to know about coming off Celexa or really any SSRI. The only nasty thing missing off the list is the dreaded anal seepage, but I digress. And if you look down the list, wtf? that's my life anyway with Fibromyalgia.
I do not take this action lightly. I am determined to live a rich and full life. My husband's new insurance doesn't cover the dosage of Abilify that I take, it clocks in at 600 bucks for a 3 month supply. So I have to go off that. The doctor tells me to cut the pills in half and take one every other day then stop.
I looked at the bottle and threw them away.
I told him I wanted a drug holiday from the Celexa. He says your depression may return, how long have you been on it? Oh... 1991 or so Lets do the math... I can't. I would have to carry the one. I am not up to borrowing or carrying the one. 8 plus 12? um... Twenty years? No way.
I get the electric mind zaps anyway on the Celexa. They hurt like the beejeesus. I'm lying there holding myself in place in bed, packed with pillows to the front and aft, fighting the need to wiggle my legs. Yes they get restless and twitch. Bad legs, lie down! (resists the urge to check her grammar, lay/lie) And a rolling electrical zap smacks my head.
It's just good knowing that I am not the only one. There are oodles of peeps getting Zapped as all their neurons run to the side to see if land is in sight as their mind ships do a Titanic. I am loving the vivid dreams. It's like doing some hard core acid before you go to bed.
Ms. Zen Pizza announced on her blog that her creativity and sex drive is renewed.
Oooh.... Life at it's fullest.
Blog Manifesto
Blog Manifesto
This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.
We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)
Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!
Rosie...OMG the memories....I was on Actos for years as part of my diabetes regimen. When I arrived in Washington my new doctor told me he'd read something about it causing heart attack in women. So, he took it away.
ReplyDeleteWell, my heart wasn't a problem I was aware of. I was experiencing extreme pain, fatique, the inability to move unless I took a hot bath to start my day, a complete exhaustion with the least amount of activity (and I was walking my students in the community on a daily basis!)Because of my frailty I retired early.
So, no more Actos! A day later I stopped peeing dark urine (which I had done for seven years!)and I got out of bed pain free. Three months later I had lost thirty pounds and had a new life. I thank my doctor every time I see him and know that he saved my life. It's five years later and I am so much better off. I hope you have a good result. It is possible.
Cold turkey is way too hard on me and my family. I broke down and went back on it this am...
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