So, you’re looking into Tri Lo Mili and the side effects, huh? Yeah, I remember going down that rabbit hole myself. Let me tell you, it was quite the trip, and not always in a fun way.
When my doctor first suggested it, she made it sound like a walk in the park. “Oh, this one’s generally well-tolerated,” she said. “You might feel a tiny bit off for a few days, but then smooth sailing.” Right. Famous last words, if you ask me.
For the first couple of weeks, I was actually hopeful. Nothing major. I thought, “Hey, maybe I dodged a bullet!” But then, things started to get… weird. Really weird.
The mood swings hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m usually a pretty level-headed person, you know? But on Tri Lo Mili? Oh boy. One minute I’d be fine, the next I’d be sobbing over a dumb commercial for dog food. Then, an hour later, I’d be snapping at my partner for breathing too loud. It felt like I was on an emotional rollercoaster I couldn’t get off, and I definitely didn’t buy a ticket for it.
I remember this one time, it really hit home how bad it was. I had this important presentation at work, something I’d been prepping for weeks. I knew my stuff. But the morning of, I woke up feeling this crushing anxiety and irritability, completely out of the blue. I got to the office, and during a pre-meeting chat, my colleague made a totally innocent comment, and I just… lost it. Not yelling, but I got super defensive and teary. It was so embarrassing. I bombed the presentation, of course. I just couldn’t focus. I felt like a stranger in my own skin. That day, I went home and just sat there thinking, “This isn’t me. What is this pill doing to me?”
And it wasn’t just the moods. Oh no. That would have been too simple. Then came the constant, dull headaches. And the bloating. I felt like I was permanently puffed up. My energy levels? Zero. I used to love my morning jogs, but I could barely drag myself out of bed, let alone go for a run. It was like slogging through mud every single day.
I kept telling myself, “Give it more time. Your body needs to adjust.” I tried powering through for about four months. Four months of feeling like a mess. It was like trying to patch up a leaky boat with chewing gum. You fix one leak, another one springs up. My skin, which was supposed to clear up, actually got worse for a while. It was just one thing after another.
The thing that really got me was how it felt like my personality was being hijacked. I wasn’t that cheerful, patient person anymore. I was this irritable, weepy, tired version of myself. And for what? It just wasn’t worth it, not for me anyway.
So, yeah, I eventually had to wave the white flag and tell my doctor this wasn’t working. We found something else eventually, but that whole Tri Lo Mili chapter? It was a tough lesson. It taught me that “well-tolerated” can mean very different things to different people. You really have to listen to your body, because sometimes, it’s screaming at you, even if the pamphlet just whispers about “minor adjustments.” That was my experience, anyway. Take it for what it’s worth.
