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Very tempted to insert political comment here but will refrain
Prozac effected me in a similar manner. My neighbor at the time found me outside, marching up and down the road in front of our homes. He recognized there was something different aside from it being the middle of the night. We sat on his front porch and had a few beer and he's not one to have beer like that. We spoke for a while each night, him knowing it was not me sitting with him. I did not recall any of it until about a month after the fact when he told me that he didn't miss our chats.
Glad I got off of that one.
I would think they do. I used to have an iPhone and used that same setting. I'm using a Samsung, my 2nd one, and they both have the same setting. Pretty sure it would be on most phones. It really does help. I do a bit of research when I need to upgrade. They have ratings for Microphone and Telecoils, such as M3 T4, M4 T4... the higher the numbers on those, the better quality. I've done well with both those ratings. If you look up a phone, check the specs on them, or ask a sales person to help you find out.
If it already hasn't been answered, KOI is the best marketed CBD close to pharmaceutical grade. Expensive but oh, so worth it. Everyone thinks they should add it to their vape. Not so. Keep a separate cardo just for that purpose AND get the tincture for under your tongue. Just a suggestion.
Vistiril. It's what they give me. Told them finally I barely use it because I get anxious, have anxiety / panic attack, dope, sleep a few hours, wake and life is still there. I put into the context of a drunk drinking to forget. They smiled, nodded. So yeah ... erm .. got to love the 'professionals'.
Not to boast exactly but lucky me, got to keep a reserve of some of those. Figure all I would need is to ask and more would be granted. Nice having a former navy nurse as your gp. She knows though I'm loathe to use opiods and will not risk the addiction. When my back starts deciding it is going to make me wish for hot irons and electrocution, then I might use one.
Prosac made me split up. I would go to sleep, remain asleep but wake up and be someone else, well a different me but still it was a split. Not one of the pleasant ones either, I'd not recall anything of it, this other persona would do X and I have no idea how to do X. He would also take showers but then go get filthy. Neighbor talked to him. I have no memory of it. That's why I got off of it, cold. Told the psychologist of it. He was concerned. *chuckles* "Gee doc, you mean I'm not schizophrenic or multiple personality effected? Maybe you need me for lab tests. I like prosac." He laughed but then got deadly serious, "You're off of it right now."
All of the SSRI reuptake inhibitors made me a walking zombie.
I just wouldn't take them.
It's pretty pathetic when you can't go to a psychiatrist and get just Kolonopin.
You just have to have depression or be bi polar so you have no choice but to at least pretend to take the zombie drugs in order to get the one you need.
I don't get it.
It's very possible to have PTSD and/or anxiety disorder and NOT be depressed.
I have a very simple self test for depression that anyone at home can try.
1) Do you like yourself?
If you answered yes to the above question then you are NOT depressed.
If a doctor puts you on anti depressants and you answer yes to the above question BEFORE you start taking them then please
don't start taking them.
Getting misdiagnosed and taking anti depressants when not depressed may just make you answer NO to question 1.
Then you're fucked.
two songs spring to mind and
Do I have to like myself?
Ohh the pressure that society puts on me....
Have tried most of the miracle anti depressant drugs over the years. Still was depressed, even moreso because of the side effects in most cases.
Just gave up and decided to be me....
900 years of putting up with humans....
Well I generally do like myself. That aside, I was diagnosed as having what the psychologist called "garden variety general chronic clinical depression". Of course, this is a psychologist too that liked my explanation of the elusive "it" that folks strive to attain. Told him it was biggest self-help marketing and cosmic I had ever heard about.
The "It" joke follows something along these lines. Folks tell you that you'll feel all ecstatic & have a great pep and zest for life once you find "it". They also help tearing you down by saying you don't have "it", yet. They know they assure you because they have "it" and can tell.
So, you ask one of these happy go lucky "it" having folks, if they can afford to offer you some pointers to finding "it". They complain that's beyond their ability as "It" is different for everyone, but assure you, "you'll know "it" when you find "it"."
Told him then, those saying anything about "it" had no fucking clue, no such "magic bullet" existed. The whole thing is to sell some half-wit's "feel good by hugging your ego" book.
His response, "In thirty five years of doing this, I could only wish even one other patient of mine could understand that. You've explained all of society, the illness it creates rather on point, perfectly. You're correct too, no magic bullet exists, not even the one alleged to have killed JFK."
My depression stems from, I believe in part, the congenital physiological issue I face, Kallmann syndrome (KS). It does all kinds of fun things internally, or rather helps to cause things not to do as they naturally ought to do. For example, I was born without olfactory nerves, which leads to anosmia, lacking sense of smell. That in itself so far is not listed as a disability, which I find funny.
Someone has no sigh? Disability. Someone has sense of hearing? Disability. Someone has no sense of smell? Well, that's fine, they can manage. I wish people understood how shameful it makes someone feel to need to rely upon a spouse, or close friend to politely remind them to shower, when body odor becomes an issue. Yes, I bathe fairly regularly & generally do have fair hygiene. But I can admit I go like an old dirty dog running, doing, not bothering to notice every once in a while.
That shame, doesn't need to be there. I've had to cope and learn to not take it offensively if I get a gentle reminder. Boy, I bet the deaf and blind are not given shame over their lacking ability. I know they are, my point though is they're granted a reprieve in that society views their lack as what is, a disability. You've no sense of smell they don't offer that to you. It's all on you.
Yes, I know we each need to be responsible for keeping ourselves clean. I don't deny that. But consider this, I might walk into a building/room filled with toxic gas that "smells this way or that so everyone knows to avoid it". Gee, well what about that? Society will ensure the deaf and blind don't get gassed. Me, the non-smelling fool? "Dumb ass, the place reeked of such and such gas/es!! Why the fuck did you go in there you stupid asshole!?" It doesn't need to be life threatening either, I've drank soured milk and got a case of runs before. Had no clue the milk was bad.
I think I've illustrated the double standard regarding sense of smell. I also found one in the U.S. Navy, apparently handling ordnance, working around nuclear power plants, building ships requires a large I am a spammer ban me. Not exactly sure as to why that is part of the requirements but from what little (no pun intended) that was part of why I was discharged and summarily rejected from any military service.
They of course wrote up as an educational error, as in what MILPERSMAN (the military's occupational guidebook) reads as being "not properly educated" for the rationale of why I was discharged. Funny I knew a few in boot that had not completed high school or gotten G.E.D, they continued on. I'm sure there were deals in place to ensure they did get that education.
I later developed with use of testosterone treatment I continue to this day. I've "filled out" quite well enough to suit anyone I've been with, man or woman. Granted I'm no Sylvester Stallone, but I'm not a puny wet puppy anymore either. I also knew diabetics in the service who continued to serve, took their medicines. Gee, my case is rather similar, take a daily medicine.
Now, looking back I no longer want to be part of the Service. Why should I? I'm still patriotic to America, yes, I still feel I'd uphold my oath. Not sure I could for THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and yes there's a vast world of difference. Suffice it to say I honor my country, not it's Pharisee controlled government.
Facing these double standards in life does get depressing. It makes me sad to see people so stupid. I say they are stupid because they willingly choose to not learn, to not give up these double standards, that to me defines stupid -- having a choice yet still choosing to not act or learn. Ignorance on the other hand to me is not knowing or being aware, but choosing to admit that and choosing to learn or do better -- that's curable and easily overlooked, stupid isn't.
But yes, I like myself generally. Not saying there's no faults, bah, know damn well I'm all kinds of cracked, twisted and otherwise flawed. *chuckles* I work each day though to try to improve, not for anyone else but myself. We all can like ourselves, love ourselves yet still know and understand we need to keep growing. I think that is general human nature too, not so much that we lack any "it" which marketers try hooking us on.
I apologize for this novel here. *grin* Sometimes though one has a little to say, and that's not drama, merely expressing ideas and thoughts. By the by, I did finally "break" I guess you'd say, admit to the therapist and have her put it to record a diagnoses of P.T.S.D and general anxiety disorder for me. I kept refusing to let the "mental health professionals" ascribe that to me, despite nearly all suggesting it fit my case. I saw it as being labeled a "victim", which I by no means am. But, after a good bit of inner reflection I realized something inside, accepted it. So, here I am able to face up to that. Not sure if that's progress or not but it's at least something, so I'm told.
So the Lyrica has seem to have solved my night pain for the most part. But it still knocks me out if I take it by day
Upside is I'm down to 1 or sometimes 2 tramadol by day and 1 Lyrica by night.
Guess thats a win but I still need to cut out the tramadol altogether.
Have you tried Naproxin? Apologies if you've said before and I missed it. I only suggest that as it seems to help my sciatic pain, along with a few stretches & a little more "getting off my ass and exercising". Not saying that as derogatory toward you or anyone else, more so it's self depreciating and the truth in my case. I must push myself to be more actively physically, it does help in my case. Granted there are still times when I simply am not able to "work through" the pain, but they are becoming fewer.
900 YEARS?.... NOOOOOOOOO!
I have and it worked until I was told that the dosage I was taking was bad for long term use in conjunction with the blood thinners.
A good nerve one you might try would be gabepetin or baclophan. Ive seen some people with nice results from both. Gabepetin can be pretty inexpensive these days with the right insurance.
I've used and still do use Gabepetin at times. Got an "as needed" script for it. It works for me alright, to a point. Guess my physiology is wonky in "plateauing" on medicines like Gabepetin. Then, effectiveness for me dwindles off. That's why I got upped to tramadol for a while, as last resort. Did a bit of reading and concluded that nerves going through muscle get inflamed if muscles draw up oh say from arthritis issues. Ha! I thought, well then why not attack the source and ask for some Flexeril (cyclobenzaprine), as it's a muscle relaxer. Relax the muscles, take away a source of nerve inflamation. This helps a good bit more so than the Gabepetin and or tramadol. i'm also using a rough 350-375 mg once a day dose of Naproxin, only ... again on as needed basis, and i'm the stubborn mule sort, really has to be a strong need. *chuckles*
I take at least 1 gram of Naproxin per day.
Destroying my liver I assume, but what is an alien to do?
Hopefully I will get a better human form body next incarnation.
Yes has been quite a strain putting up with humans for that long.
Of course I change bodies often enough so that I do not receive god or demon status.
Roger that on the mule.
They tried flexoral on me back in the beginning; but, it didn't do a thing at all.
Baclophan helped a tad, but tramadol was the only thing that made a dent up until this Lyrica magic.
At times it can befuddle me how medicines work out for folks. I used to do a bit of herbology, as in Yarrow for the ladies to help ease their monthly visits from mother moon, and Colt's foot for those suffering a cold and so on. It's really an interesting habit to explore, especially if you can grow a bit of a herb garden.
In that, I learned that dosages were measured but not measured. *chuckles* What was meant was that for each person a dosage could vary from time of day it was taken, day of the month, their height/weight and so on. You would offer a basic guideline dose rate for them and tell them if it seemed too much for them to cut back a few pinches or so, if not enough add a few.
Learning now, a lot of veterinary medicines can substitute for people medicines and vise versa. It is still a bit bemusing knowing there's so many vectors involved, and pondering Hippocratic oath, "be it I do no further harm, be of help in curing ailments." That's not it verbatim but the gist. So subjective we the human creature. There's my point, sorry it took me getting there.
Also glad reading the Lyrica is helping, Tony. I may be a bit of a masochist, yet do know that severe pain is not something any of us need to continually "deal with" or cope with, it wears and grinds us all down.
I was in severe pain last week but since Thursday everything has been two and lower. (pain level)
Before that I was having 4 to 6 days for about four days straight.
4 to 6 can be quite painful. I ranked my foot at that when I went to the ER about it. I told the nurse that since I'd never been shot, I'd have to assume that would be a 10, so I can't fairly call mine a 10. She told me it was a fair way to grade the pain level.
Glad you're feeling better now, buddy.
Kidney stone in full blockage is a solid 9.
Makes you wish you could just pass out.
Yeah that doesn't sound at all pleasant either. I hear passing one, for a dude, is giving birth to a motherfucker.
How did you get cursed with the retention of memory from one existence to the next?
Per the following scale I am a 4-5 for at least 1/2 of my day.
0 – Pain free.
Mild Pain – Nagging, annoying, but doesn't really interfere with daily living activities.
1 – Pain is very mild, barely noticeable. Most of the time you don't think about it.
2 – Minor pain. Annoying and may have occasional stronger twinges.
3 – Pain is noticeable and distracting, however, you can get used to it and adapt.
Moderate Pain – Interferes significantly with daily living activities.
4 – Moderate pain. If you are deeply involved in an activity, it can be ignored for a period of time, but is still distracting.
5 – Moderately strong pain. It can't be ignored for more than a few minutes, but with effort you still can manage to work or participate in some social activities.
6 – Moderately strong pain that interferes with normal daily activities. Difficulty concentrating.
Severe Pain – Disabling; unable to perform daily living activities.
7 – Severe pain that dominates your senses and significantly limits your ability to perform normal daily activities or maintain social relationships. Interferes with sleep.
8 – Intense pain. Physical activity is severely limited. Conversing requires great effort.
9 – Excruciating pain. Unable to converse. Crying out and/or moaning uncontrollably.
10 – Unspeakable pain. Bedridden and possibly delirious. Very few people will ever experience this level of pain.
The worst part for me is that it feels like someone just kicked a field goal on my family jewels and does not let up.
Nothing wrong with them just connected nerves I guess.
By that scale I was around an 6-7 most of the time for the last 7 years, until a month or so ago.
Now I'm steadily at 4, unless there is a pressure change in the atmosphere (up or down). When the pressure changes I spike to an 8 or 9 in spurts. It's almost like a 20 minute long attack that hits intermittently until the pressure equalizes. Like with a storm rolling in. I can feel it coming for sometimes a day before. While the storm is here I'm fine, then when it starts moving off the attacks are back until it moves out.
I'm like a human barometer.
And my pain is always at least 3 unless I can get some good pain meds.
Which does not happen much since Doctors are afraid to prescribe and or they think you are just a pill head....
Death to all pill heads and knee jerk politicians for causing this.
Not really but sometimes....
Appendicitis was about a 27.
I have never called a 10.
To me a 10 would be so painful that it would stop my heart and i'd die.
To me a 9 1/2 is when it hurts so bad I vomit.
You can't go to the hospital and shout "10" right away because what happens when it hurts worse then that?
They give you a shot of propofol and send you to a padded room
A common occurrence with kidney stone blockages.
I think last week I hit around 9.5 spike. Had went down to tend the dogs. I keep a plastic five gallon bucket in their hut in one corner, along with a square head spade having a half a handle. I collect the scat in the hut. It's no problem for me. They are left in the hut overnight, well if you got to, you got and as I said not a problem on my end.
Well, the bucket required dumping. I walk out to the edge of our property and dump it down the creek bank. Not exactly the "best' thing to do perhaps but we do live in the county, rural. It is what is done, best or not.
Coming back up across the pasture, whew. I doubled over and pitched forward, falling to my hands and knees. It felt as though someone took a hot ice-pick and drove it from my tail bone area through to the front of me. I could not cry out, it hurt so bad I hoped to pass out.
As quickly as it come along, it was gone. I staggered back up and finished the tasks, got into the house and took a naproxin, flexeril. Laid on the bed a bit and did some stretching, which hurt while doing but eased off gradually thereafter. I'm blaming some of the recent 'stress/anxiety' in finally seeing some hint at a bit of peace, in moving out. I need to meditate more regularly. tsk.
Mine was only about a 4 but then i was 17 then, what did I know. I had lain on the couch for three days, not moving. Mom then said, "you're going to e.r., I'm tired of you laying on my couch." Gotta love mom's telling you "get up boy, you ain't hurt, you want hurt I'll give you hurt!"
*chuckles* Jinx. You beat me to it. I get in similar shape. Finding I cannot tolerate even the mildly cold, cold here now, when twenty some odd years ago I loved the -60F with wind chill of Great Lakes, boot camp. The cold and damp lay a whammy on the arthritis and then the dang sciatic nerve cluster. Sometimes, I actually like having the back spams, because then it finishes with me for a bit. Shit, I used to have a strong back, too. Make this getting old stuff stop blowing so much. *grin*
Trying to get through each day bouncing between a five and a seven without being a short tempered asshole is tough some days. Thinking about it is even tougher.
Damn, - 60°.. That's just not fit for human habitation.
Is it the actual weather for you? Or the change of weather?
That's what it was at Great Lakes Naval Training, East of Chicago and right up against one or more of the Great Lakes, back in February of 1996. I was part of Co. 072 Div. 022, bit of historical fact, it was Div. 022 that captured the Enigma machine from Germans in WWII. One of my Company Commanders had been a submariner for over nine years and was bucking for thirty to forty as a bubble head. He tried very diligently to get me heading in roughly the same direction despite my claustrophobia.
One day during a drill session he called me out and asked me to walk for him to see. He then, leaned in and whispered in a growling tone, "Sailor, you can bend your feet that asshole will never again threaten to break your legs for "breaking" shoes." Later it was explained he had similar happen in his home. It was then the whole Navy way settled for me.
Of course, I grew up around Army, Marines, Navy, very little but some Air Force. Think it broke my Pap's heart I chose Navy over his Army. I came back from boot camp and handed him my SWAG Navy ball cap. He only wore it when I was around, and with a big wide proud grin. Otherwise he left it safely on the coat rack, it never touched the ground, never got sat aside.
Went into the nursing home he and grandma had been in one day. I stopped at the door threshold, offered a salute and asked permission to enter. He shook his head with a smile. "Lower that arm, sir. It's me that ought to salute you. I'm so happy to see the day," he said with a brimming smile. He too had started to let things slip from his memory. I laughed and told him it was all one big green machine. He nodded and that said volumes.
Blast it, Tony, now see that dust you done stirred up. I'll have to go find some unforgettable ear worm. I apologize if using your name is startling. Read your friends do that. There you are my friend. Now let me see, ...
Well, I've had any number of abscessed teeth... had a child, endured quite a few hours of labor only for the doc to announce that I was getting a c-sec, to wake up to find Nurse Ratched shoving on my fresh belly incision.... Had a kidney stone once... But the appendix put them all in the dust -- it hurt so bad, I couldn't yell, I could barely manage to draw enough breath even to say "ER, now!" because every single slightest movement made every muscle in my torso lock tight, totally immobile. I really can't imagine pain so bad it makes me vomit, because to me vomiting is a fate worse than death, NOTHING is worse than vomiting... but I've had pain so bad it made me pass out; the appendix was making me WISH I would pass out!
First off, thank you for your service, sir.
Secondly, I don't mind you using my real name at all. Most Here know it already, anyway, and those that use it, I'm proud to call friends.
I will say, after spending my whole life on the gulf coast and living on Lake Earie for the last year, anyone that swims in this cold winter is either nuts, dedicated or a little bit of both.
Both indeed. Although some are simply mad nutters.
And fishing thru a hole in the ice on a frigid windswept frozen lake
I've came close to trying that last winter..... Desperation breeds stupidity
yeah I realize that the winters are long and boring up there, but....
Sorry to hear was rougher on you than it was me. I too have had pain which brings me to passing out. Not the most pleasant of experiences, I'll say.
Got started on moving in yesterday. She got a twin size Captain's style rack which we put in our extra bedroom/office/hobby room. It will be used as a day bed, toss a few small puff pillows on it as backing cushions against the back wall.
Took over the majority of her pots and pans. She's got a very nice mixer coming from co-worker and friend. Got our couch over and sat in the living room, coffee table, television stand. She set up our four foot tall "Charlie Brown" Yule/Christmas tree. We'll decorate it as we draw nearer to that.
Put in the silverware, an eight piece setting of Japanese made "Blue Willow" style plates, saucers and tea cups, six to eight genuine Tupperware tumbles. Suppose today if I can get to it, I'll bag the clothes up into garbage bags for transport. Then, Wed. we'll take the remaining chest of drawers, three plastic chest of drawers, out 'file cabinet' plastic fortunately over.
The queen size bed will need to remain until we can get the big dogs off to good homes. I'll straggle over here to tend to them until then, or at least that's what I'm "seeing" happen. I might be in that most natural state of husbands, wrong. That's okay too.
In any event, I expect us to be soundly moved into the apartment in full no later than the second week of December. Finding good homes to farm the dogs off to is the only hurdle. I damn sure will not ask anyone here to be sure they get looked after until they get farmed out.
1. I know it wouldn't happen.
2. I don't feel like putting up with her sister's pissy attitude or her BIL's sentiment of loathing and feeling he's the greatest at everything.
3. They're my "kids", they need their mamma here to see them off.
I get me being mamma because our little dog Shrek last week took a fit of wanting to go. He cried out and me and her both agreed, he was calling me mamma. Awe well, could be better or worse.
Actually, the cold like that is supposed to be real good for pain. I still have trouble remembering to get the ice pack though, despite seeing it work some. Reminds me, might need to do that with a knee after while, kind of torqued it in a direction knees aren't meant to go last evening ... not another better at all to do. *chuckles*
I had the EXACT same damn thing happen to me last week.
Word for word.
I attributed it to a cold snap we had but since you live in a warmer clime, what do you think set yours off?
I have no idea why it happened or what caused it.
I can never figure it out.
I'm thinking that I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary but when i move a certain way I'm using a muscle that has long been out of use / has atrophy and it affects me later