Perhaps it would have been useful for me to know up front, prior to taking the first dose, that Cymbalta would have constipating effects. Knowing I have had bathroom issues for three years since my gastric bypass, this would have been useful information.
So instead of having general anxiety and depression, I now have ambivalence (which just exacerbates my ennui) and a perpetual case of performance anxiety in the bathroom. Anxiety when I don't go, thinking I'm surely going to have an impaction issue eventually. Anxiety that since I'm not having (shall we say) "productive" activity, it will equate to an uptick in weight. And just a general sense of unwell "down there."
Is it worth it? I mean. I'm not crippled by it. There *is* some activity each day (though Saturday was worrisome, as my poop was MIA). But it's not "satisfying."
My colon is already "loaded for bear" each day (Colace, fiber, probiotics, magnesium supplements, hot coffee galore, and on Saturday it was all that PLUS Miralax--and still nothing). I'm adding prune juice to the mix, thinking I need to up the ante as it were. And of course, trying to keep myself adequately hydrated.
A normal person doesn't think about their poop this much. Do they?
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