Somehow, my brain became heavier than my skull.
That's the only way I can explain why, when I turn my head, I can hear my brain moving to catch up with its container. Depending on the time of day, and the mood of Cymbalta discontinuation gods, I can also hear my eyes move, and feel the most delightful zaps of electricity in my head. Oh yeah, it also sounds like I have insects in my ears.
Seriously, I'm down with the whole concept of side effects, but this is ridiculous. THERE SHOULD NOT BE BUGS IN MY EARS! DAMMM YOU ELI LILY! Also, there is 6 inches of snow on my driveway that I did not approve of. DAMMM YOU MOTHER NATURE!
The titration schedule recommended to me was 10% every 3 days. Today is the third day of a 40% reduction, which means tomorrow is my first day at 50%. Overall, it hasn't been as bad as the Internet said it would be, although the weird brain stuff is annoying. Thankfully, Mrs. F27 has been taking apart all of my 60mg capsules, and removing the appropriate amount of Cymbalta beads. Interesting trivia: did you know that each 60 mg Cymbalta capsule has about 580 tiny little beads? Evidently, they're enterically coated, so you can't just dissolve them in water to do your titration, you actually have to count the stooopid beads. Tomorrow, the long-suffering Mrs. F27 will be counting out 290 beads to remove from each of three capsules. I'm shocked that her eyes haven't fallen out of her head yet.
But at least she doesn't have to hear her eyes moving.
Anyone wanna shovel my sidewalk? I'll give you 20 bucks, and a lifetime's supply of surplus Cymbalta beads.