Cymbalta 2

It's been well over a month since I started taking cymbalta. It made me very drowsy for the first two to three weeks. It did, however, take away my constant pain. I only experience break through pain now. It's worse when I don't follow my diet.
I've been craving potatoes lately. I only have cravings when my body is deficient in one thing or another. I have not been taking my magnesium or B12 supplements and as it turns out, potatoes are a very good source of both. This explains why I was relaxed and able to rest properly after chowing down on some (two large) fries. I had already tried to have dinner with nothing but an increased upset stomach and the inability to rest to show for it. So, I'll resume taking magnesium citrate and B12 methylcobalamin.

First post.

First post. Daunting. Awkward. Well, I better give you an idea of who I am and why I decided to start this blog. Homeschooler, mom, wife, daughter, sister, neice, cousin. That's who I am, rather, that's who I was. Always ready to help others. Always on the go, whether it's running errands, dropping hubby off at the train station every morning, or taking the children to homeschooling meetups. Things have changed. November 27, 2015 brought extreme pain. It started as an upper back ache and headache, and quickly progressed to an all out assault on my body. Every cell of my being hurt. My eyes were hot and sore, my skin on fire, my joints inflammed, my muscles felt like I'd been beaten. Every part of my body screamed for relief. Two 400mg Advil liquigels later and I could rest. Residual pain hung around, but at least I could lay in bed without too much pain. Rolling over was a different story. I spent the weekend in bed. Every four to six hours more Advil would be needed. The daily limit is three pills. I was not adhering to that suggestion. Monday morning I saw our family physician. He had some blood tests done. Blood work revealed that I have antiDNA antibodies. Which could be a sign of lupus. I was reffered to a rheumatologist. He also told me to stop taking so many pain pills. So now I wait to see the specialist, and only take pills when the pain is intolerable. I now rely on my family for help. Thank God Hubby works from home most days, so homeschooling gets done. Mom and dad, aunt and uncle, cousins and siblings all provide care. Whether it's cooking, cleaning, laundry, or entertaining our youngest. It's strange and sad for me to the one receiving help. I cried at first. I didn't want to be a burden. Now, I am accepting my new normal. I just can't do as much as I used to. It sucks, but this is what I have been given. I will walk this road to the best of my ability.