More specifically, Tuesday night was my last dosage of Gabapentin — a drug which I can best summarize by paraphrasing Hee Haw: "If it weren't for side effects, I'd have no effects at all." Theoretically by now it should be more-or-less flushed out of my system, but the pains in my leg have neither increased nor abated that I've been able to notice, and the only way I'm likely to be able to tell that the side effects have worn off is to recite "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General" while making deviled eggs. If I escape with only one or two flubbed lines and only 1" of egg yolk on the floor, I'll know the effects have worn off.
So tomorrow I start with the Cymbalta. Hope it helps!