So after almost 8 months of being the wonder drug of the age, I have decided to come off Lyrica.
Starting at a piddly 25mg in January and then working my way up to 600mg I am finding that while it works for a time, awesomely, I soon grow accustomed to it and the pain returns.
Apparently not fully because WHOA FUCKING NELLY I forgot how much this shit pains a girl.
But not as much as the side effects.
Back tracking here for those poor unfortunates that have landed here looking for answers about Lyrica. I am not a doctor, nor do I play a doctors wife on The Real Housewives of All of the Places (even though I would do an awesome job at it) so this is just one chicks opinion.
One terribly fucking bloated chicks opinion.
I started taking it for Fibromyalgia and Peripheral Neuropathy. And there was a promise of actually sleeping through the night which appealed greatly.
Shit worked like a charm. Until it didn’t. Then up the dose we went, until we got to 600mg and Violet Beauregarde.
And purple is totes not my colour.
My eyes were blurry and the swelling was making the pain in my feet unbearable.
Or so I thought.
Fuck. How soon we forget, huh?
So here we are Day two.
Day one I spent in a haze (after reducing from 300mg the night before to 75mg) with no sleep (King Of Queens is STILL as unfunny at 4am as at any other time. Who knew? Everyone.), screaming feet and unable to concentrate with my heart about to burst out of my chest at any given moment.
So pretty much like I was before I started taking it.
And I think that is part of the issue. We forget how bad it was before, and it was a gradual build up to get to that point. So when you are slammed with the pain all at once you blame ‘withdrawal’ when in fact that was how fucking AWFUL it was before.
Well that is my DAY TWO theory anyway.
Last night it got down to -5C and I spent the majority of it with my feet out of the covers or laying half naked flipping the pillow to find the elusive ‘cool side’
Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
MPS wore a jumper to bed and at one point was complaining that he couldn’t feel his toes after I insisted on the heating being turned off.
Two nights of overheated tossing and turning melded into freezing my fucking arse off all day at work with a hangover.
Probably not my best idea going to work while being pummelled with a body that is freaking out, but I was there and there were donuts.
And there are hardly ever any donuts.
Which I nibbled on delicately between trips to the loo where I peed like a motherfucking racehorse.
So lets recap.
Not fun. Don’t like it. Peeing like a stallion. Fucking HOT and TIRED. Or freezing with a hangover.
Feet hurt like a motherfucker. A motherfucker covered in white hot needles laced in poison.
In reality probably no worse than it was before just being hit with it all of a sudden.
And lets be honest, you can get through anything when there are donuts.
Have you ever had to come off a pain killer suddenly?
Did it take long?
Did you get donuts?