Stoned cold
posted in Illnesses, Miscellaneous |We got the prescriptions Friday night. I took the first batch on Saturday morning.
Three hours later, I was getting quite…woozy.
Sunday, I took another batch.
I had found information on a "Holiday On Ice" show at the ice skating rink attached to the Big Mall in Big City. So we were driving in to Big City to see the show. I was woozy again. I closed my eyes.
Y’know how, when you close your eyes tight, you get flashes of light and patterns and sparkles? But normally you have to close the eyes quite tightly for a while to get that…
There, relaxing in the car, with my eyes lightly closed, I was getting quite interesting versions of the flashes.
There were also visions.
Yes, really. Visions.
The best one was a highly detailed little Santa who appeared in the middle of my vision, then spun backwards, shrinking, until he vanished with a little flash of stars.
Then there were the neon-like straight lines that marched upwards from the bottom of my eyes on up.
Lemme tell you, it was quite interesting. I never fell asleep, but listened to OmegaDad and dotter chattering, and watched the light show. But when it came time to "wake up" in the Big City, my eyes felt glued shut. The eyelids were heavy. It was a chore to open them.
The "Holiday on Ice" show turned out to be a recital by ice skating students. But, oh, it was too cute for words. I could easily turn out to be a recital junkie.
On the other hand, I don’t want to become a medication junkie. The worst part? The part that scares me the most? Was that by the time we got home, I wanted another dose.
Um.
Nuh-uh, thanks very much.
So I tossed the Lyrica into the garbage can and got online to research the stuff.
Apparently, a "drunk feeling"/"inability to concentrate" was a side effect felt by about 12% of the research guinea pigs. There was, hidden away in the fine print, a little blurb about how a particular group thought it gave a "good high" and that it would probably have a market on the street. There was also a warning that it might be addictive.
Eeep!
Apparently, Lyrica is one of the very few medications out there that helps with nerve pain; regular painkillers like aspirin or Ibuprofen don’t work. If my nerve pain were constant, I could see wanting to take the stuff. But, as it is, the nerve pain is highly intermittent, and I’d much rather try back exercises and stretches and yoga to control it as opposed to getting addicted to this medication. This is the first time I’ve tried something and actually been scared by my instant reaction, the desire to take more. It’s a pretty creepy feeling.
So, like I said, into the garbage with that prescription. I think I’ll have a little talk with the doc and tell him to warn people when he’s prescribing this medication.
