Totally sedated? Oh... so that's what you use to fool innocent boys to follow you home.. :wink:
Ahhhhh! You throwin shade bitch! I don't need no sedatives to get me boys, I got them queueing up to get some of this! :tongue::biggrin1::biggrin1:
Totally sedated? Oh... so that's what you use to fool innocent boys to follow you home.. :wink:
Came here first today just to see if you were still posting. I was worried about you..
Glad to see you here...:yup:
Ahhhhh! You throwin shade bitch! I don't need no sedatives to get me boys, I got them queueing up to get some of this! :tongue::biggrin1::biggrin1:
In 2002 I was misdiagnosed with myelopathy, which I was told would be degenerative to the point of a persistent vegetative state within about 18 months. At the time I was in substantial pain due to cervical disk degeneration (I was only able to walk with a cane), and the anxiety this misdiagnosis caused is unimaginable, especially to me, as I'd seen HIV-produced dementia all too often.
At the time it seemed logical to load me up with pain and anti-anxiety meds, so I started using a trans-dermal patch of Fentanyl, along with Neurontin in super-high doses and 60 mgs daily of Valium. Add this to the Statins I was taking due to a bad side-effect of one of my HIV meds, and those as well and I was taking upwards to 25 pills per day (my insurance company was billed over $6500 per month for the meds alone).
Let's just say I was a mess. The Neurontin made me so forgetful that I kept a cheat-sheet in my wallet listing my address, phone (and zip-code) numbers, and one of the HIV meds interacted with the Fentanyl in a way that drained the patch very quickly, so my pain doc just doubled-up on the dosing. I had frequent anxiety attacks, with sudden onsets of uncontrollable crying or anger, and was hospitalized twice for anxiety that year. I also had a bad habit of lighting myself on fire, and went through many bathrobes. I had four doctors (including a psychiatrist), a psychotherapist, a massage therapist and a physical therapist, all of whom I saw either weekly or bi-weekly, so I was a professional, full-time patient. It was the worst year of my life.
In December 2002 I self-paid to see a Neurologist in Manhattan who was purported to be the national expert on how HIV affects the central nervous system. He quickly announced that my main problem was over-medication, not myelopathy. The short answer was that I wasn't degenerating and that I needed to fire the quack who had misdiagnosed me. It took almost a month of careful withdrawal to get me off the Neurontin, but I stayed on the Fentanyl as my new pain specialist didn't think I'd survive without it (I eventually stepped down and off it over a period of three weeks).
I have never really separated out clearly how much my pain and anxiety were caused by the meds and which was a logical reaction to my misdiagnosis. Though I live with rather high pain levels still, today my condition is maintained with Ibuprofen. Most of my memory has come back, and though I am clearly not in possession of the mind and will I had 15 years ago, it's unclear to what degree it's depression, natural aging or HIV activity in my central nervous system that is causing this. And even then, I was always kind of absent-minded and dithering even when I was at my "peak"
I suspect you're second at best.:wink:Tsss, you better be nice, or else!
Darn it, I guess you're right since I'm first in the line.. :tongue:
I suspect you're second at best.:wink: