Comments: PUCKETT: Pain Management, Cymbalta And Napping Every Three Hours
About not being in the habit of lying... see, that's the opposite of me: I'm a pathalogical liar. I lie all the time. Especially about having schizophrenia. Yep, I lie all the time. I'm a pathalogical liar. Everyone thinks I'm so sick all the time and everything, and they put me on all this medication, but really, the whole thing is just a lie. I lie ALL the time.
Posted by Gwen at September 17, 2006 10:13 PM
Plus, I don't really have schizophrenia. They could put me on all the abilify and risperdal they want, but I really don't have it. It's kind of sad, actually. Everyone thinks I have it but I don't. Really quite sad. Everyone thinks they're helping me but they're really not. It's so sad. They think I have schizophrenia but I don't. Anyway it's really sad and I'm sorry to everyone.
Posted by Gwen at September 17, 2006 10:20 PM
So, my roomate the other night, had this big party in our room, with all this beer and she had all these guys over, and they were just getting really drunk, and talking about how they'd all been laid on, and just being quite obnoxious. Eventually, at about 1:30am, I told my roomate that out would be nice, so they left. Anyway, college is really, really fun. It's the most fun I've probably ever had. It feels like this is one big vocation. And don't get me wrong -- I like partying and drinking and talking about what's the best position to be in for it, BUT, I think my roomie needs to chill.
Posted by Gwen at September 17, 2006 10:36 PM
So, everyone around here, espcially at the frats, is getting fucked all the time, and I'm like "go away". But it's nice anyway. And then there's a bunch of guys who have been into calling me a "supermodel" lately which is just a touch annoying, but hey, my hair does look really good. I'm just so damn attractive. Drop-dead-gorgeous actually. I'm really -- for all of you people who don't know what I look like -- very pretty. Just stunning. Plus I'm really smart. There should be a national "Gwen Day" where everyone just sits around and talks about how beautiful and smart I am. That would be nice. And you know, I'm probably going to regret saying all this stuff tomorrow cause I just had a few beers and I'm kind of tipsy currently, but hey, what's college if you're not going to drink? Anyway, back to what I was saying before: All these guys around here want to blank blank blank but I'm like "you could go sleep in your own room." All the guys around here are really ugly. They could go do whatever with some other girl. They don't need me. Anyway, college is really great.
Posted by Gwen at September 17, 2006 11:09 PM
Dear Puckett,
Keep hanging in there, and I'm glad you have your humor. That's what gets me through. Nothing compares to your story (in my own)but want you to know, I was wondering how you were holding up.
"At the bottom of patience, one finds heaven."--
Kasmiri Proverb
take care,
Stephany
Posted by Stephany at September 18, 2006 11:08 AM
I hate getting drunk. It makes me do and say stuff that I really don't want to do or say. Ignore my above atrocious comments. I really didn't mean saying all that stuff.
Posted by Gwen at September 18, 2006 01:23 PM
Puckett,
I have been on Cymbalta for about 10 months and just in the last month or so have noticed that I too cannot remember anything, even if I write it down. And tired--yes, exhausted all the time! I thought these two things were just me. It is getting rapidly worse and has been very upsetting. Up until this time, I thought Cymbalta was the miracle drug and I even declared I was going to quit my job and start selling it(and indeed it may very well have saved me from killing myself so at least it got me off the ground). Now I intend to get off this drug but from what I hear on other blogs it will not be pretty. How long have you been taking it?
d.
Posted by Deb at September 25, 2006 09:04 PM