I Have Tardive Dyskinesia
I've had TD 4 years, Neurontin is another rotten drug. It only took two pills to ruin my nervous system. There are so many drugs that say in fine print, "may cause tremors". ******* isn't tremors, it's a catastrophe!! I think we should make the AMA pay for our suffering. Maybe the drug companies would have to stop hurting people and ruining our lives. Now that I'm not alone, we should do something.
Look at what they're doing to Penn State University for their sex abuse cover-up. I told my husband this is the most humiliating thing I've ever gone through. When I lost my ability to control a smile, all I wanted to do is hide with a book. I refused to go to restaurants because of the stares. Recently I did come out of hiding. When he took me to Sheri's restaurant, I accidentally hit an old lady when I turned around. I told a friend, " If I'd knocked her down, I could just imagine them having me arrested for assault, then she'd probably sue me." I feel like my body is a dangerous weapon.
One more experience: I had a bad cough, so I stopped to get cough drops. Then I started having a bad anxiety attack and I could hardly breathe. I was still driving in 2009, so I went to the hospital. I thought if I waited in a restroom stall, maybe it would subside. An employee asked me if I needed help. When she saw me, she said I should get checked out, and she went with me.
The ER waiting room was full, but I was amazed that they took me right away. Wow, what great service, or so I thought. The male RN walked me down the long hall and asked if I could give them a U. specimen. Then he walked me down another hall, and I was starting to get nervous, since this wasn't close to the ER. When he opened the door, I knew, Lock Down, or drunk tank. I said "I hope this doesn't make my anxiety attack worse." They left me in a room with a camera in the upper corner. Well, if you're going to watch me, I'm going to get my small camera out of my purse, and you're not going to see what pictures I'm looking at.
When the Dr. came in he asked what I was looking at on my camera. "We went to the beach and I saw horses coming while I was near my car. I had apples so I grabbed a few and when the two women saw me, they stopped and they let me take pictures while the horses were eating them."
This condition also stole the use of my right hand. While I was sleeping, the thumb tendon tightened so much that it tucked under. I hold onto a blanket at night with the left hand hoping it won't do the same. So this Dr. wanted to know why I wore a glove. It's cold and all the fingers are locked, except for flipping around. Then he called in the social worker, to make sure I wasn't on my way to harm myself or others, of course he wanted me to visit their psychiatric ward. I told him I was on my way to see my grand daughter.
I'm sure every person with TD has suffered through humiliating experiences. Boshie
Look at what they're doing to Penn State University for their sex abuse cover-up. I told my husband this is the most humiliating thing I've ever gone through. When I lost my ability to control a smile, all I wanted to do is hide with a book. I refused to go to restaurants because of the stares. Recently I did come out of hiding. When he took me to Sheri's restaurant, I accidentally hit an old lady when I turned around. I told a friend, " If I'd knocked her down, I could just imagine them having me arrested for assault, then she'd probably sue me." I feel like my body is a dangerous weapon.
One more experience: I had a bad cough, so I stopped to get cough drops. Then I started having a bad anxiety attack and I could hardly breathe. I was still driving in 2009, so I went to the hospital. I thought if I waited in a restroom stall, maybe it would subside. An employee asked me if I needed help. When she saw me, she said I should get checked out, and she went with me.
The ER waiting room was full, but I was amazed that they took me right away. Wow, what great service, or so I thought. The male RN walked me down the long hall and asked if I could give them a U. specimen. Then he walked me down another hall, and I was starting to get nervous, since this wasn't close to the ER. When he opened the door, I knew, Lock Down, or drunk tank. I said "I hope this doesn't make my anxiety attack worse." They left me in a room with a camera in the upper corner. Well, if you're going to watch me, I'm going to get my small camera out of my purse, and you're not going to see what pictures I'm looking at.
When the Dr. came in he asked what I was looking at on my camera. "We went to the beach and I saw horses coming while I was near my car. I had apples so I grabbed a few and when the two women saw me, they stopped and they let me take pictures while the horses were eating them."
This condition also stole the use of my right hand. While I was sleeping, the thumb tendon tightened so much that it tucked under. I hold onto a blanket at night with the left hand hoping it won't do the same. So this Dr. wanted to know why I wore a glove. It's cold and all the fingers are locked, except for flipping around. Then he called in the social worker, to make sure I wasn't on my way to harm myself or others, of course he wanted me to visit their psychiatric ward. I told him I was on my way to see my grand daughter.
I'm sure every person with TD has suffered through humiliating experiences. Boshie
By:
Boshie
Age:
61-65
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Female
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