I've tried both Cymbalta and Lyrica, and am currently on neither. Cymbalta's side effects going on AND off of them are worse than anything I could describe to you, and the forums floating around the internet about the symptoms are all correct. I have every single one of the side effects, from extreme nausea to fainting to brain zaps/increased fog to muscle weakness. The only helpful thing on that medication was that it helped a bit to alleviate my mood, but the rest just wasn't worth it. Cymbalta made me a walking contradiction, unable to sleep or unable to keep my eyes open. It was a zombie hell. I'll never touch the stuff again.
Lyrica wasn't as bad, and I'm considering giving it another chance, actually. I was actually able to work going on and off it (which I could def not do with Cymbalta), and the leg weakness it started with was lifting, the focus was slowly returning... the kicker for me was that it made me not care. About anything. My job. My home. My cat. My boyfriend. My daughter. And this was not ok.
So here I am, drug-free, and getting worse (not progressive, right). Sure, I'd like to try alternative methods and exercise and diet. But I get home and the only thing I can do is lie on the ground until the nausea and dizziness go away. Then it's my daughter's school routine, fold a clean shirt or two, drag myself to the shower if I can, then bed. I have things to do and alternative methods to try, dammit Fibro!
And my mom is one of those "you're much better off not taking medication, so I really wish you wouldn't" people. As if guilt-trips are a more powerful tool to ward off my fibro symptoms than my meds were. If only the pharmaceuticals could package that, we'd be rich.
Lyrica wasn't as bad, and I'm considering giving it another chance, actually. I was actually able to work going on and off it (which I could def not do with Cymbalta), and the leg weakness it started with was lifting, the focus was slowly returning... the kicker for me was that it made me not care. About anything. My job. My home. My cat. My boyfriend. My daughter. And this was not ok.
So here I am, drug-free, and getting worse (not progressive, right). Sure, I'd like to try alternative methods and exercise and diet. But I get home and the only thing I can do is lie on the ground until the nausea and dizziness go away. Then it's my daughter's school routine, fold a clean shirt or two, drag myself to the shower if I can, then bed. I have things to do and alternative methods to try, dammit Fibro!
And my mom is one of those "you're much better off not taking medication, so I really wish you wouldn't" people. As if guilt-trips are a more powerful tool to ward off my fibro symptoms than my meds were. If only the pharmaceuticals could package that, we'd be rich.