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|Saturday, December 8th, 2007|
|Thursday, March 29th, 2007|
Hi I'm Chris and I'm new here so I thought I should introduce myself.
It seems like I have a million problems and conditions and take 11 different prescriptions every month.
My anxiety gets so bad that I overuse in particular my xanax and klonopin. I plead with my doctor every time I see him to please increase the milligram or dosage because I just can't even leave the house sometimes because of my anxiety.
I used to abuse painkillers and while I still crave them badly, I try to stay away from them and usually request a non-narcotic painkiller when I need painkillers.
I also crave adderall (sp?) because of the weight I could lose on it.
That's a briefing on my fucked up life. Current Mood: depressed
|Sunday, September 3rd, 2006|
Last week when we got back from our trip to Maine, on the drive home all the sudden I couldn't breathe very well. It wasn't my asthma either, but I felt this weird squeezy pressure on the left side of my chest. Was actually quite painful. After it didn't go away for an hour we went to the hospital. They kept us there for a while, but actually got me in pretty fast. Did an EKG, x-rays, and a blood test and nothing showed up. After a few hours the pain went away. But ever since my lungs have felt tight and a little sore and now I'm having a similar pain on the other side, and more central.
Not really sure what to do.
|Tuesday, August 15th, 2006|
Well I'm new so I figured I would tell about myself..
My name is Sami Joe, I'm 15, and well two years ago I got diagnosed with R.A. which at the time I was just happy they new why I was always in so much pain it took awhile for it to really hit me what that meant. R.A (rheumatoid arthritus) means your immune system is attacking your tissue, usually your joints and in minors usualy just in one place, well I have it everywhere, and I go through days that I can't get out of bed. At first I was carrying a mini pharmacy of pills in my purse to try and help to "stop the damage"... After a year and alot of research I looked at my life, I had no immune sytem from low dose cancer pills and the pain was still there, on top of the fact that research stated pills are only effective in some people and only slow down the prgression. I went off my medications that week... I decided that I would rather live my life now, and take a chance of being cripple, than spend my yeas sick and being cripple and sick when I'm old. Not many people know what I have, I like it that way, when people know about stuff like that they have a tendancy to look at you diffrently..
|Tuesday, June 13th, 2006|
I am new here and everyone please excuse my bad english, I am from germany.
1 year after the death of my mother (cancer) I got really depressive and at first I didn't know what was wrong. I had no energy left and stayed in bed. I didn't attent my final exams in university,because I couldn't get up. I lost the desire to eat, drink and breathe. I began cutting myself and watching the movie "thirteen" about the messed up teeangers every day.
My psychiatrist prescribted me Paroxetin and in the beginning it got worse. I had more energy but still the suicidal feelings were there. After 7 weeks on Paroxetin I tried to kill myself with Aspririn and Tavor. Did'nt work and I landed on the intensive care station in hospital and after that was admitted to a therapy centre.
2 years filled with therapy and too much pills passed, right now I am still taking Paroxetin and feeling a lot of better. I am working as a primary teacher and my mood is great.
I tried to paper the pills of but I had severe withdrawl problems. Cany anyone with knowledge about antidepressants help me? I would appreciate it...
|Monday, February 20th, 2006|
so, I'm new here.. I used to have mild panic attacks, and then I had a bad one while driving the other day so I decided to get it checked out, and it turns out I have schizophrenic tendencies, possibly leading to full blown schizophrenia as I get older.
so now I'm on primose oil capsules,
some supplements I don't quite understand that are meant to balance out copper in the body [I know, I don't quite get it either - not the best thing ever],
and currently, antihistamines.
oh, and I use a lot of pain killers out of habit.
I know it's not much, but hey, I'm glad for that.. and that's me. nice to meet y'all. :]
|Wednesday, December 14th, 2005|
Hey my name is Holly, I just joined this community and thought I would introduce myself to everyone. I have struggled with various things over the years, including addictions/abusing drugs. Recently I was offically diagnosed bipolar type I and have been trying to find the right medication combo for me. Sometimes I wish I didn't need to depend on medications to function, but right now in my life I believe it is the right thing because without them functionally is virtually impossible....I have had a major depressive phase recently(and was extremely suicidal) and also have had a manic cycle in the past three months, so I guessing I must be a rapid cycler. Anyways, I am on Depakote(to stablize mood), Wellbutrin(for my depression at the moment), Synthroid(for thyroid problems) , and Pamine Forte(for my stomach) at this present time. In two weeks I will probably be starting Paxil, to see if it helps my social anxieties. So far things are slowly but surely getting better, which is always a positive. I am just kind of afraid it won't last that way! Hope you all are hanging in there and doing well. Take care, Holly Current Mood: awake
|Sunday, October 30th, 2005|
hi im 28 from seattle and im on a shite load of meds..some i like others are crap...here is the list:) feel free to add me if you find anything interesting on my profile:)
my addictions are
all opiate pain meds.... Current Mood: curious
|Tuesday, July 12th, 2005|
same thing as my previous post...help please
this may seem weird but I was cleaning out my bathroom cabinet and don't know what to get rid of.
I've never posted here before but I just have a quick question...I found a bottle of zantac in my bathroom from a while ago and couldn't remember why I had it prescribed- I looked iup but it said it was for stomach acid reduction and stuff but I've never had a problem with that so I was wondering if it had any other uses and if any of you know why it might have been prescribed to me. Thanks,
|Thursday, June 2nd, 2005|
Considering just how many different types of meds I've been on in the past ten years (antidepressants, anti-anxiety, sleeping pills, pain killers, muscle relaxers, etc.
), as well as my love of the movie Valley of the Dolls
, words can't adequately express just how badly I have to have this:
( clicky-clickyCollapse ) Current Mood: busy
|Sunday, March 27th, 2005|
Hi, I'm Katie and I've been (diagnosed as) depressed for almost a year. Things are looking up, but sometimes I really need to vent. I belonged to another community, but nobody ever posted, so I'm hoping that here there will be a little more action.
My Pill situation?
I'm on effexor
Weaning off Lexapro
Take Anaprox and Vicadin for menstrual problems
My mother wants to put me on birth control
I'm almost always online, and I'm always here to give advice or a shoulder. I used
to harm myself, but I'm recovering from that part of my life. Hope to see you around!
|Tuesday, December 28th, 2004|
More tests, No answers...
So I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon for all the stomach problems I've been having. My GI is going to run more tests on me. I have a catscan on the 5th of January and a colonoscopy/endoscopy on the 8th of February. They took a lot of blood yesterday for multiple tests. It was so much fun getting the needle. Is that weird or what? Makes me think I can't wait to get my tattoos... hehe. Anyways...for some reason, I'm not in a very bad mood, but last night I was. My mom didn't trust me and she thought I stole weed from her room. I don't even ever go in her room :(. I do smoke, but that's just weird. Stealing weed from parents? I went to Denny's yesterday to celebrate Cat's B-Day. Jamie, Steve, Matt, Dave, Adelle, AYEJAAAAYE, Cat, Ray, and myself were all there. Ki stopped by for a bit but he had to go I guess. His friend's 18th Birthday and he couldn't stay even for 10 minutes. Steve was pretty damn cool and I'm so glad Ayejaye was there. Him and I don't hang out enough. My mom didn't believe I was really at Denny's and I was going back to Cat's house, so because she didn't trust me anyways, I went and hung out with Julian and we smoked a bit. I am such a lightweight. I couldn't even finish one bowl last night...wow. XD Retard. So I stayed out until 3:30. I slept all day long today. I pretty much just woke up and now I gotta go out to my horse to feed him. Love you all, CELL: 561-902-7543, AIM: RainRacinWind.
-Arden Current Mood: La...La...La...
Are they alright?
This shouldn't be as long as the last...=)
Something's been bugging me for the last few days. That Tsunami. I have family that live in the Philipines, and I have no idea how they are doing, or if they are still alive. My step-mom's sister and her husband and children. I'm suspecting that they are OK, because my step-mom found out about it before anyone else, and the only way she could was by talking to them...So, yeah. I'll just pray for those who've lost family, or friends, or thier lives. There's nothing else I can do anyway. Current Mood: cold
|Monday, December 27th, 2004|
I found this through a friend, and thought it sounded like a great place. Just now joined, but I'm not sure if the title has anything to do with the 'requirements' of joining. I don't do drugs, but it didn't say anything about that on the info page...I'll just stick around until someone tells me otherwise.
Anywho, name's Hannah. I suffer from depression, and I take 20ml of lexapro daily. It doesn't work to well, but the next appointment with anyone who could fix this is ON MY BIRTHDAY! Which is next month. Bipolar runs in my family, though I haven't been diagnosed with it...yet. I'm quite sure I have it. For one, it runs in my family. My mother is bipolar. I get freaky mood swings that have nothing to do with what's going on during the day. I mean one day I was perfectly happy and the next thing I knew I was under my desk crying so hard you'd think my best friend just died. For NO REASON. It's quite scary.
My father is a recovering alcoholic, along with my aunt, who also takes the same medicine that I do. She attempted suicide once. So that just means that depression runs in BOTH sides of my family. Oh, joy. -_-;
I used to/still do cut. Won't go into that right now. Luckily the scars don't show much.
Right now I'm freaked out because of my dad. He was run over by a car 2 months ago when he was on his bike. He got a nasty gash on his right ankle, a fractured right wrist, a sprained right ankle and wrist. He got skin grafs a couple of weeks ago, and now he can move around a lot more. He had hit his head very hard on the ground. The helmet was cracked almost in half. Amazingly he suffered no head injuries. None. Not even a mild concussion. I'm so scared now. He's going BACK as soon as he can. He's gonna ride more. I suppose something like that probably wouldn't happen twice, but what if it did? The only reason his foot wasn't cut OFF was because of the titanium pedals that were on his bike. Very strong stuff. But what if the car had hit him at a different angle? He could've lost a whole leg...or even his life.
Another thing is that the day after spring break last year, a good friend of mine was in a horrible accident. My friend, Megan, and her mother were driving along when the car in front of them stopped very abruptly. They had to swerve to avoid hitting them. That might've been better. They were in a head-on collision with a car going the opposite direction in the lane they swerved into. Both cars were going near 70 mph. They were life-flighted to Memorial Herman Hospital in Houston. It was so bad that Megan got internal damage from her seat-belt. Her spine was fractured, and her spinal cord crushed. She's paralyzed from the waist down now. Megan was in induced coma for 4 days, during which, she had so many surgeries to correct the damage the seat belt had done, that they had to leave her open. Her mother had a fractured pelvis, a broken leg, and a crushed foot on the same side. ( don't remember which side it was) I've known Megan since I was 2 years old. It really hurt me when two of my 'friends' got all her friends together to make a card, but refused to let me in on it. She was in ICU for 2 months. She's home now, but I have yet to see her. I haven't seen her in almost a year. Every time that I have a chance to, something gets in the way.
A friend of the family was recently in a similar accident. Cathrine is her name. She ran a truck into a tree. She too was life-flighted to MHH. Her spine is also crushed, and she is paralyzed from the soarplexes down. She too is a recovering alcoholic. She was sober for 7 years, but that night she was drunk.
This isn't all about people I know. Some is about me too. Something that has haunted me for the last -almost- 11 years. I had open-heart surgery when I was 4 years old. It was awful. As a small child, I had no idea what was going on. I had recieved books about hosptials, and children who'd had surgeries, and the knowledge that I was to have one too, but how was I supposed to know what that ment? I was FOUR YEARS OLD! They might as well have just told me that they were sending me to hell for 2 weeks. At some point in the first night, they gave me an IV. They woke me up in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO STICK A NEEDLE UP MY ARM!!! 'straw' my butt. That thing was an abnormally long seringe. And I was expected to take that well. The woman had no notion of what she was doing. She tried and failed 4 times before it went right. Heh...the day of the surgery they gave me some medicine that was supposed to calm me down. I got hyper so they gave me more! Which just made me worse. So the idiots gave me MORE! They gave me as much as they could. I thought I could fly, then attempted to. Someone had to pin me to them so I didn't climb up the walls. In the end I sang songs to the nurses as they wheeled me into the OR. I woke up in severe pain. I looked down to see a black line of stitches on my chest, and more than 3 tubes sticking out of me. I had the IV in my wrist, and another in my head. A tube going down my nose, and God knows what else. I spent 5 whole days not moving for fear of making it hurt worse. They had to sedate me again to get the tubes out for fear that I would thrash too much and tear the stiches. I was NOT going to move, but I was glad that they spared me the experience anyway. I was eventually moved to my own room and recieved so many balloons that they completely covered the ceiling. My uncle came from the hospital across the street. He'd been in a motercycle accident. He took me to the McDonald's on the first floor, and reminded them that I was to have no salt on my french fries. I nearely fainted when they took the stitches out. Yeah, dad. It felt just like plucking a hair from my head. *forced smile* When I left I was not allowed to climb anything for 6 weeks. That way my sternum could heal. Of course, they had to keep me from my favorite pass-time. :P I was one unhappy monkey. The experience really did traumatize me. I suspect it is the real reason I get SP.(sleep paralysis. When you wake up and cannot move, and, for some, hallucinate)
This stupid congenital heart defect is keeping me from my dream. Ever since I knew what an astronaut was, I wanted to be one. I go to a space camp in New Mexico every summer, and it was there 1 1/2 years ago that I realized that, duh! I had a friggin' HOLE in my heart. They weren't going to take me into training no matter how physically fit I was. I can't believe that I never realized it before. If I had, then it wouldn't be causing problems for me today.
So, yeah. 'twas a bit long, but I really needed to get that off my chest. For the 100th time. -_-; That's only what I can think of right now, so expect more later. Current Mood: depressed
|Monday, December 13th, 2004|
so i've been lurking for awhile...i was a slightly active member at some point in time. but i went into recovery (and am doing fairly well, aside from developing other odd quirks).
what i'm about to explain is disgusting (to me) and bizarre. but it's replaced my old form of SI now that they've put me on meds (fluvoxamine: 150 mg in the morning and 75 mg at night). it's wondrous stuff, i tell you. i can actually talk to people about what's happening these days.
And, a side note -- has anybody ever noticed that after you read a book about something, like OCD, you start to develop those symptoms?
( may be triggering to someCollapse )
so, yeah. peace love and coconuts.
|Friday, September 10th, 2004|
Hello everyone...I'm new here. My name is Arden and I've been diagnosed with Gastroparesis, GERD, IBS, and Depression. I'm a self-mutilator...cutting and burning...I take lots of medicine. Nexium, Reglan, NuLev, Zelnorm, Paxil, Seasonale, and Gaviscon. I guess you can include Liquid Codine too...
I'm 17 years old and I have to deal with all this crap. Is there anyone else dealing with the same stomach problems I am?
I can't eat anything without getting sick. Current Mood: depressed
|Saturday, August 28th, 2004|
For all of you who read my previous and first post about my dizzy spells and how i was concerned they were connected to my pill taking, theyve stopped a bit, but i still told my doctor about them yesterday.
and my pill stuff.
she drew blood to test my liver functions. i should know tuesday or wednesday. i bet they're fine, but still..
|Friday, August 27th, 2004|
So I am like 100 pounds over wieght and I know that diet pills is not the answer ( I have a whole plan - read my LJ) but I really need something to supplement what I'm doing because 100 pounds is A LOT of weight to lose . . any suggestions? Current Mood: overwhelmed
|Thursday, August 19th, 2004|
New. Michelle, 17 on monday.
Diagnosed: ADHD, Depression, Borderline personality disorder, anorexia, self injurer, ex- drug abuser, and
My mom diagnosed me as a lost case basically..
Well thats me.. i go to therapy once a week and group therapy once a week... i just found out that i have Scoliosis.. and that i must go to physical therapy 3 times a week for 2 months.. which means i have no time during the week to take dance or see any of my friends after school..
I don't even know if my parents have the money to give me all this treatment that is "required" .. i mean my mom is a teacher.. she doesn't make alot of money anyways.. and my dad is a construction worker Current Mood: crappy