YESTERDAY scared the crap out of me.
As usual, I get up and put on the glasses that I usually wear for computer work. I’m tired, slightly foggy in the head, nothing unusual. I go to work on my medical transcription training. I start a timed typing test. I couldn’t make my fingers type the right letters. I’ve been touch-typing since I was a teen-ager. I knew I was making mistakes right and left. Oh, and that drives me NUTS! Finally gave up timed typing and went to a lesson. Just had to copy words and do matching exercises to learn jargon and slang. Couldn’t do it. Fingers would not cooperate. I develop a headache and start feeling nauseated. I must need new glasses for close work. I make a mental note to start saving for bifocals. I give up working on the computer. Even checking email was an arduous task.
The day wears on and the symptoms get worse. My head still hurts. I think it’s a caffeine headache, but coffee doesn’t help. My body feels weary. I figure I must get more sleep. I feel woozy, but not quite dizzy. I change my glasses, then give up wearing any corrective lenses. I still feel awful. I don’t want to throw up, but wish I could so the queasiness would go away. Eating doesn’t help. Tea doesn’t help. Water doesn’t help. I’m standing in the kitchen bent over the center island with my hands on my head trying to squeeze out the pain when I suddenly ask myself – when did you take your last Effexor dose? Dang it! I did it again!
I claw my way up the stairs to my Effexor bottle and take 75 mg. Six hours later, after a nap and some dinner, I’m feeling fine.