Life in Holland: No Cold Turkey For Me

Thursday, November 6, 2008

No Cold Turkey For Me

Dear God,
Thank you so much for hearing my cries and answering my prayers.

Love,
Your Child

Do you ever wonder why I think my God is so great? Well, it's really simple- it is because he is. My prayers were answered in a strange way. I was at work today and got a phone call from a friend. She called to tell me she had some Effexor samples (the taper packs) that she no longer needs and would give them to me if I wanted them. She says she didn't like the way the medicine made her feel. I happily took the samples off of her hands and now I do not have to go through the hell of coming off the Effexor cold turkey. I am soooo happy!!! I started the Pristiq today and I am just trying to be positive and hopeful and believe that this will work for me!

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a-styleNovember 9, 2008 at 11:11 AM
Hallelujah! That is the most awesome news girl, so glad you won't have to endure those dreaded withdrawal symptoms. :) The drug companies need to be checked!
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this....When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.