Although I have just spent what feels to be the longest 48 hours of my life whilst on an unwanted unrequired medication vacation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel has come.
It’s amazing really how 6 tiny tablets within minutes of going from your mouth hitting your stomach as they begin to dissolve and find their way into your screaming blood stream actually change an entire life of a person.
Now far be it from me the alleged non-professional I mean fuck me I am just the person who has been on these meds that doctors seem to dick around with for 10 years, to state that I know when and if my body much less my brain requires any form of medication vacation.
Holy crap try explaining to a new doctor that you don’t require what an average patient requires whilst they treat you, because your condition is not anywhere like what anybody else on the face of this planet actually has.
Yes wanting to kill the doctor, much less grab him with both hands as you place them around his fat neck and choke the living shit out of him is not about to do you or your cause much good at this point.
Your left with the suck it up 48 hours of living hell that you know too well your about to go through, yet try to explain this to fatso who holds your life literally in the balance with his pen and pad that he writes your meds out onto well this is a different story.
So you are left with one of three choices, argue your point, which I add is futile, grab hold of the doctors fat throat and choke, again futile the watch house Is not a great place to spend your medication vacation only to come out and find not one single doctor will treat you, or three, suck it up and do what this dick head says.
I chose the third option despite wanting to choke the life out of porky.
I figure that every time I am forced to change doctors and every time I get a new one willing to take on my case, that this is some form of standard procedure, this whole medication vacation, total crap that puts me at risk of having more seizures, and puts those around me in a situation where they go as far away from me as humanly possible as they don’t wish to be yelled and screamed at whilst my body brain and entire being is lacking in a chemical.
So I sucked it up, and god damn it was the longest 48 hours of my life, needless to say that I am guessing as the fat quack gets to know me and my case he will soon become aware of how these small stints of vacations are not required and just how much damage they do rather than good as the text books may lead him to believe.
Dear god all the man has to do is look into my whole case overall and not just at what medication I am on as an individual medication that seems to all cross one another’s paths, yet in a stereo typical case would not be used to treat a person all at the same time.
Jesus Joseph and Mary when will they learn?