I just let it all...boil over!

I stopped taking Cymbalta. Probably shouldn't have done that, but the "lack of appetite" symptom blossomed into "spontaneously needs to vomit 20 times a day" and I could only think of two reasons for it: Cymbalta and pregnancy. Well, I'm definitely not pregnant! It took 3 days of absolute misery for the weird feelings inside my head to go away (like constant motion sickness and light sensitivity/pain). I feel BETTER but back to square 1.

My follow-up appointment is tomorrow. My IBS is so bad lately that my hemorrhoids have doubled in size and started to hurt.

My elbows and hips are achey, and this constant migraine just won't go away!

To top it all off - I almost fell for an online scam. Long story short - we're getting a puppy. A very very small dog, but something to entertain me while confined to the house, but also something to inspire me to get out and walk. Considering I can barely lift a pitcher of water to pour myself a glass, I need the dog to be a small breed in case I ever need to carry up to my third floor apartment.

I found a listing for a puppy online, we emailed back and forth. We got all the stuff, picked out a name and suddenly the nice woman who lived in my city became a woman who spontaneously lives in another state and wants us to pay for shipping for the puppy up-front, etc. Oh but she won't charge for the adoption fee! How nice of her! I did some digging and traced her email headers and they're coming from South America. Sigh. I was too naive.

The dog shelters/rescues in town will not let me adopt a dog in my condition (but mostly because I do work a full-time job). They require at least 1 family member home with the dog all day. Or that they not be left alone more than 2 hours at a time.

I was (still am) heartbroken. I cried and cried. Plus with all the other stuff going on things just boiled over and I got in a depressed slump. At least I got my house clean BEFORE I started feeling like a battered ragdoll today :).

On the small small upside...I found a woman who has a puppy. I called her but she rushed me off the phone (she had a house full of people I could hear it) the dog she listed online is already taken but his brother is still there! So there is hope after all.

So weird to be 30 and still be able to be so heartbroken and disappointed.

Sorry you're not feeling well. I know what it's like to have horrible migraines. I'm glad my chiropractor is able to help. I would think twice about getting a puppy. When I have a migrane the last thing I want to do is take care of something or someone else....

I mentioned in another thread that my rheumatologist says most fibro people are medication sensitive. If you start to feel better off of the Cymbalta you were probably having a reaction to being on it. It didn't make me vomit but it caused me to feel in a stupor. No. thank you. It didn't help my pain in the least and some docs believe an antidepressant can help fibro. Maybe for some but it didn't make me feel any happier. I felt sad taking it. It made me feel depressed.

I have hemmoroid issues too. What helps me is to eat a high fiber diet. No white products and no high fat.

Good luck to you.

My dog really helps me during the lonely days by. Myself. I don't work, so it's great for me. I was just telling my vet I didn't realize all the work in a dog. She said I really didn't either. I really didn't think about the vet bills before buying one. First few weeks I had him he got parvo and almost died. Vet bills started early. If you get a puppy be careful going to animal stores that allow your dog to come. They say puppies immune system weak and easy to get parvo. Other dogs come in and then your puppy can pick it up. I take my dog as he got older. Most dogs don't survive parvo. I get my dogs hair cut 3-4 times a year and it cost $80. I think he gets better care then we do. Lol.

I found a puppy.

http://www.breedersclub.net/classifieds/pom_a_poos_pompoos_yorki_poos_yorkie_poos-o20067.html

It took a good week of trying to find a legit ad that wasn't a scam.

I spent all my 4-day weekend researching. I haven't slept well in days just thinking about puppies, heh.

Puppies on the brain!

I was supposed to meet with this woman today.

My boyfriend dropped the bomb. He doesn't like that puppy. No, he HATES it. He hates small dogs, wants a bigger one. He took this from a "me" thing and tried to make it an "us" thing. Oh well.

I'm so mad at him I could honestly leave. Which is me overreacting, since we never fight, we're always happy.

I just feel like he let me get so emotionally invested in this process only to shut me down hours before I got to see it through. And you guys know how HARD it is to focus and see projects through. I tend to lose interest and flip-flop and get nothing done. Maybe he thought that would happen here? Who knows.

All I know is that -- today at least -- he is in the doghouse with me MAJOR. He just finished doing the dishes. Which almost gave me a HEART ATTACK. I'm done doing what he wants, cooking what he wants, cleaning up after him. I'm just done. Next time he wants to watch tv or a movie, I don't care what it is I am saying NO. You don't get what YOU want.

I have a doctor's appointment today. Hopefully she'll give me something to make me a complete zombie. I decided to have feelings about something only to get stepped on. So, fudge it, gimme the zombie pills. If I could tolerate alcohol maybe I'd become an alcoholic.

So dramatic over a puppy, eh? I just needed something for me! *me* And my birthday is coming up too :( I reserve the right to pout and be a big baby right now! hahaha. Sorry guys.