((((((((Deb))))))))) and ((((((((((Austin)))))))))))).

God, this makes me so sad. It's frighteningly reminiscent of my early college days, too. I wasn't in college three months when I had a breakthrough seizure and had to go back onto phenobarb after being off of it for about 3 years. Of course, that meant being stoned, exhausted, and stupid for at least a month, and I had finals coming up, so I had absolutely no time for that!

A neuro I went to somehow convinced me to switch to Tegretol...and I think most of you know at least some of that horrible story. Well, on top of that, my roommates were complete bitches, to say the least. I was crowded out of the room and essentially had a bed and nothing else. I felt like a prisoner on Death Row.

How much might it have helped to tell them about my med history before all of this happened?? I doubt it would have made much of an impact. They didn't care whether I lived or died. Some people are just @$$holes. Sorry for the French, but there is no benign synonym that would illustrate my point, sad to say. Starting over may be all he can do.


((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))),

LIZARD