Spent last night throwing up and praying that was the only end. Sick as a dog coming off the meds... All day in bed with an occasional jolt from the baby escaping dad to jump in the middle of my stomach. Jittery and feeling like a frigging junkie who needs a fix. I cannot stand this shit, I feel like I druggie. Cutting another .25 tonight to get me to the 2 mg point. Hubby is learning to drive with the boot on his leg running the kids around. He will have to drive me to the next doc appointment Thursday and himself Friday to his. I doubt he will get clearance to go back to work Friday. But at least he is mainly off the crutches now. My guess he may get told to give it another week off as it hurts him pretty well still. I hate seeing a look of dispair on his face, when I come off the meds he asks a hundred times what can he do? Give me a wash cloth and just watch the thrill ride called withdrawal. I know he wants to fix it, but it is just a fact of life once you get on this shit you have to come off and it ain't no fun in any form. Sprite and Ensure looks like my diet for awhile again now.