Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Well That Could Have Been Bad.

Well turns out that medicine was way worse than I thought.

So I quit taking that medicine for my nerve pain on Friday.

On Sunday night I had a slight cough and took the proper dosage of cough medicine and went to bed.

When I woke up Monday morning something was very, very wrong.
I wanted out of my own skin.
I need to get out of my own body.
I was purging stomach bile.
I was trembling.
I was losing my balance.
I was seeing double.

I stumbled down to my mother's bathroom.  I sat on her bathtub counter.   I looked at her and tried to say
"Something isn't right"
It came out in a stuttered mess.
I began to cry.

She stopped what she was doing and held me.

Something is very, very wrong.
I couldn't even tell her what was going through my head.

There were no colors in my eyes, only blackness.

(I debated putting this up. But I am. I have shared this with the people I trust most, but this needs to be known. My father took this picture to show the doctor.)

I needed to calm down.

My dad and mom laid me down on their bed.  I was so lost.
Once I calmed down enough to speak so they could understand me.

My dad emailed my professors, and put a bunch of blankets on me.
We called my digestive doctors's office.  They were less than helpful.
We finally made our way to see a doctor.

Finally we were told that their was
"an adverse effect of the combination of medicines" and that I was "going through withdrawals" of this awful, awful medicine.

Ironically enough, it was the first time I didn't feel abdominal pain.

I am still going through some of the withdrawals.
Still very shaky, anxious, uncertain, sweaty, panicky.

It has to run its course.
It's better right now.

I am hopeful that this feeling will leave me alone soon.

I wasn't kidding when I said listen to your body. 
This medicine might work for some people, but I was not one of them.
I have never been so fearful in my life. 
I really didn't know if my body could have handled all of those "drugs".

I joked earlier about being a terrible drug addict.  But who would be?

I share this because you need to be aware of what you put in your body.  I was na├»ve enough to think that if the doctor gave it to me; it must be safe.  That is not always the case.  I hate to say that, but it isn't.  I am lucky that this combination didn't kill me.
Never Again.

1 comment:

  1. I couldn't agree more. I hate prescription medications. I'm glad you're doing better and I know it's hard to share but you're doing the right thing. Not to scare people but to let them know even perscription drugs can be harmful. Pay attention to your body everyone. It's speaking directly to you.