Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Meghan Has Turned Into A Shiny Happy Person!

Ummm...yeah...right...APRIL FOOLS! Ok, I apologize, that was lame.

So I was bored this morning (avoiding work) and decided to look up some more information about this drug I'm on. I do the usual Yahoo search and come up with a bunch of links. I scroll down and see one marked petition. That intrigued me. So I click on it and come to a petition that over a thousand people have signed trying to get the makers of the drug Effexor to publish all the info they have about it. Apparently there are some side effects that aren't mentioned on the label. Like it can be addictive and when you go off of it you can have severe and debilitating withdrawal symptoms. Great. Oh yeah, it is especially bad if the patient has a history of drug abuse. Fuck. That be me folks!

My dumb ass was able to shake the coke and heroin habit 9 years ago. I got pregnant and decied that I wanted to be a good mom and have a healthy baby. Haven't looked back since. Not that it wasn't hard. It was difficult as shit, any addict can tell you. I went through withdrawal, and it was scary. No need to go through something like that again, especially with a drug that is supposed to be helping me.

So I keep doing research and find more information about it. The petition wasn't by nut jobs, there is documented evidence that this drug has some major problems that my doctor never disclosed to me, whether she left it out accidentally or didn't know herself, I don't know. I'm due to see her in a couple of weeks. Do I keep taking them, wait for the appointment and hand her all the print outs I found? Do I call her and try to squeeze in sooner, even though I haven't been on the drug long enough to tell whether or not it is helping? Do I just stop taking them and risk the side effects? I have really bad luck with meds. I'm beginning to think I should just go back to trying to do something about my problems my own way, without the help of medicine. I don't know.

Once you're on meds you're labeled. Crazy. Depressed. Mentally ill. Whatever. I don't like labels. I'm just Meghan, and if the world doesn't like it, fuck it. Why am I trying to change who I am? All the arguments for and against medication are swirling around my head and I don't know what the right thing to do is. I want to be healthy for myself and for my family, but not at the cost of losing a part of me. Do I ride it out one more time and see where this drug takes me? I haven't decided yet. I guess I'll let you know once I make up my mind, if I ever make up my mind.

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