I'm back

I think it's time to get off this Cymbalta once and for all. I'm going to get real here and give you more information than I ever thought I'd share. Two things to keep in mind. First, I'm going to share my latest blood work. I have to find my previous blood work, when I do, I will share that as well. I'll share my diet and what I have done on my own.
Second, please note, I am not going to try to get off my medication just yet. I can't do it. I cannot go through the withdrawal yet again. I can only go so far then I realize I have to start taking it yet again. Next week we leave for nationals. It's ryan graduation and I don't want to go through the depression and suicidal tendencies with it being his senior summer.

I think the only way to get off Cymbalta is go into a detox program or try the ketomine treatments. Both are expensive. I know ketomine is not covered by insurance. While detox most likely is,  I have a $12,000 deductible on my insurance which makes that cost prohibitive.

To my blood work. My glucose is high HbA1c is 5.8 and my fasting glucose hovers around 120.

I just found out I have non alcoholic fatty liver. This type of fatty liver is caused by high glucose. Then I have something called high systemic inflammation.  All this is caused by high blood sugar.

I don't know the exact date, I have to put in a request for the paperwork later today, but when you numbers started climbing (about 5 years ago), I took things pretty seriously and went on the Atkins diet plan. Months later I went back to have my blood retested and there was no change. Shortly there after I watched some TV commercials for Cymbalta and saw they quake high blood sugar as a side effect. I admit it took a couple of months to put this together. Then I came to realize, fat and happy. Or, skinny and dead..

I still put the low/no carb diet into my lifestyle and thought for sure I'd see the numbers go down or stay the same. Sadely, they climbed up a few points.not diabetic yet, but definitely pre-diabetic. Still, I was happy and still knew I couldn't give up my Cymbalta but I'd try to cut down. That's when my husband found me curled up into a ball in the back of the closet. I didn't try to kill myself but I knew if I left the closet I would. Time to get back on my dosage.