Last night, I opened 8 Cymbalta capsules one at a time, dumping and dividing the tiny beads inside them so that I would be taking a little less each day, ending next Monday. The beads are about the size of the salt grains that come in packages with frozen soft pretzels. We did this a year ago too, and it is a huge pain. I carefully re-filled the capsules and put them in my labeled pill containers.
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Except, two of those were labeled Sunday, each with an identical looking blue and green Cymbalta capsule. And I was probably cognitively impaired a bit from the 3 day drop from 60 – 30 mg. So yeah, I took that capsule containing 50 beads, when the one I was supposed to take contained 168. Down from yesterday but not THAT far down. Within a few hours I couldn’t even sit up in bed because my vision kept fading to black; the tinnitus was so bad I couldn’t hear the girls if they called. I had no idea why it had gotten so bad so fast, and j had to leave for work. AND I had to take X to work on her Girl Scout Troop’s service project.
I contacted a mom we’ve known for years; her daughter is in the troop and one of X’s best friends. She immediately agreed to pick X up. That was when I saw the right weekly pill container on the counter and realized what I had done. At least it made sense, and I immediately swallowed today’s capsule, hoping the difference would be absorbed into my unhappy brain sooner rather than later. After the girls delivered flyers about Scouting For Food, the family took X with them to Dairy Queen and even brought something to Zo when they dropped X off at my parents.’ I am very glad to still be living in my hometown with such nice people right now…