Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open. ~John Barrymore
Whine. Whine. Tears. Scared. More Whine – with a little bit of cheese. I cannot do this. I do not want to do this.
Those are just a few of the words that could be used to describe how I felt when I found out that I was going to have to stop taking Effexor. The way I felt the first few days of the withdrawal process reinforced those feelings. At one point, I was so miserable that all I wanted was to check into a hospital so I could be miserable all by myself. Maybe I physically felt as bad as I did because of my state of mind, maybe not.
What I do know is that so far some of the physical problems that the Effexor was causing seem to be be getting better. My blood sugar is coming down, and so is my blood pressure. As those have come down, I have felt so much better.
Most experts agree that exercise is good for depression, and is extremely beneficial for people with Type II Diabetes. I have felt such guilt and self condemnation at the fact that I almost never exercised. People who did not know what I felt like on a daily basis may have thought that I was lazy, and unmotivated. Or they may have thought that I did not care about my physical and mental well being. The reality is that everyday of raging high blood sugar was like a day “walking through jello”. I was so darn tired ALL OF THE TIME. The extreme high blood pressure also made me feel rotten. Quite simply, I did not have the energy or strength to do much of anything.
The change in how I feel is so remarkable. The amount of change that has taken place in such a short time is a miracle. Stopping the Effexor was the best possible choice for me. I am not saying that I do not need to go back on an anti-depressant, because I most definitely do. What I am saying is that I can see now that although Effexor helped my brain, it was so bad for me physically.
One of the most joyous things that has happened since I have begun to physically feet better has been the fact that I have walked miles in just a matter of a few days. Those walks were so wonderful because it was something my daughter and I could do together. Sometimes when we walked, we talked about silly things, other times we engaged in serious discussions, and there were times when neither one of us said a word. No matter what type of conversation we engaged in or did not engage in, it has been a real bonding experience for us.
Laughter Makes Me Feel Good!
It is hard to joke around and laugh when you feel yucky. However, in the last few days I have felt more like joking around with Anna than I have in a long while. I even had a great opportunity to embarrass her in public yesterday. I did not realize how much I had been missing a good long and loud belly laugh shared with my daughter. I cannot explain to you how wonderful it has been to be able to tease her and have her tease me for the first time in a long while.
Giving Back
I have been using a local free clinic for my medical needs for over a year now. I have probably received better health care there than I have at most of the doctors I have ever had to pay to see. I have been wanting a way to repay them for all the kindness they have shown me. I have tried to volunteer there, but every time I am set up to do that, I end up getting sick with something – usually an asthma flare up. The last few months I have simply not been physically able to even consider volunteering there. However, my withdrawal from Effexor afforded me an opportunity to give something back.
One thing the volunteers at the clinic have been able to help me with is obtaining free medications from the drug manufacturers. One of those they helped me get was a year’s worth of Effexor, sent to me – via the clinic – three months at a time. Today I had to go pick up some of my medications from them. One of those items was my three month supply of Effexor. Obviously, I can no longer make use of it, and I did not want that medication to go to waste. So today, when I was at the clinic’s pharmacy I asked them if there was any possible way I could donate the unopened supply of Effexor to the clinic. To my surprise and delight, they said yes.
The pharmacist explained to me that Effexor was one of those medications that they could not keep on hand as much as they would like to because of its expense. I should be receiving at least two more refills of it from the drug manufacturer and we went ahead and made plans for the pharmacy to take those as well. She also said that my little donation would help many patients. It really did make me feel good to be able to give back to the place that has helped me so much.
All this joy from something I did not want to happen. I love it when things work out that way.