The first “real” drug I was on was Cymbalta. As I was leaving the office with my prescription, I noticed a Cymbalta clock on the wall. And then Cymbalta notepads on the counter.
That’s pretty normal for any doctor’s office. There is almost certainly items from other brands all over the back area where the patients don’t go, too. Drug reps go hard on the cheap freebies so the office will always have a reminder that their drug exists. If you ever see someone in the waiting room who is particularly attractive and dressed far nicer than average, that is usually a rep who is there to drop more goodies and shill their drug. As I understand it, it’s a very lucrative job.
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That would just make more more depressed than I already am.
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Peddling.
Pedalling would be for a bicycle and the like.
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Only if I can go on a cruise, too!
*US doctor’s office.
Yeah, so is selling drugs or organized crime. Some people have standards…
I thought this was a joke, until I saw “Win a cruise.” Then I realized it’s just raising awareness.
Ah thank you, I thought this was about people who needed meds. I understand now
I had this problem when I was going through some shit (bi-polar) more than a decade ago. My shrink asked me if I could take a medical leave from work to figure out what meds would be the best fit. After initially declining, I accepted that I couldn’t go on and took a medical leave for 90 days (protected in California).
We got me stabilized on fewer meds and my situation drastically improved. My job was still hell, and that eventually broke me, but I would have spun out harder and faster (suicide, I’m pretty sure), without dialing in the meds. Quitting that job was one of the most substantial decisions of my life. (I still attempted suicide later, but that was a product of abandoning treatment, not failure of treatment.)
Treatment can work. It can be hard to get it right. Also, bingo, mother fuckers!
Tldr: then I took Prozac and I was fine.
A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of…something/everything. And that was bad too of course.
But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to “come unglued”. At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like “stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose…” felt exactly like what had happened to me.
Absolutely nothing felt “real” or “anchored” or familiar after awhile. I can’t really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel “real” again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of “how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?”
Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they’re beautiful in my eyes.
I’m deeply offended by the 4x4 bingo card.
Bing card
Patient suddenly dies
Doctor: … damn it, I didn’t get my straight line
I thought this comic was made by AI for a bit cuz all the words are fake.
and yet the artist still couldn’t come up with 8 more fake SSRI names to make a sensical BINGO card, SMDH
I’m lucky that my sister already went through the “which drug works?” song and dance. Went to my GP, he prescribed me the same one (sertaline) and a few weeks later started feeling much better (with therapy also playing a part).
Don’t forget to up the dosage!
