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Originally Posted by Susanne C.
Effexor is the only medication I have ever taken where the drug companies hunt you down and try to get you to refill that prescription. I received mailings from them for about a year asking why I wasn't refilling and urging me to do so. I suspect there is a lot of profit in there.
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So much for doctor/patient (or pharmacist/patient) confidentiality, eh?
I suspect you suspect correctly. Unless you used some kind of coupon when filling the prescription, I gotta wonder how they even got your name—much less addy, etc. Did you fill it at Target?
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I just don't get the author's affection for Effexor.
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More likely his/her affection for filthy lucre.
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My husband and I play strategy games daily
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Now THAT'S cool (the playing games part—not the slipping mentally part
). I can empathize. I believe/feel being experimented upon like a guinea pig (gabapentin, antidepressants, others) cost me an unacceptable/unconscionable measure of my faculties. Worst still is knowing when I know the word I'm searching for and not being able to... (can't think of the word... dammit
) evoke/retrieve(?) employ/utilize(?) it. That's why my writing style has devolved into this interminable sequence/succession of slashes; sometimes I'm trying to convey the standard "either/or" but mostly I just can't decide/settle on which word I mean/want to use (see?) Believe it or don't, it's as/more aggravating to me than to readers. I'm frustrated/mad as heck about it—
HECK I TELL YOU! I didn't used to be/write this way. Some of my vocabulary is returning—slowly—with practice/use, but it's
HARD—much harder than learning & honing it all the first time.
Doc