Quitting Lyrica

Today, I have taken the last tablet of Lyrica. From tomorrow, I am off that medicine! It feels good, really really good! It almost took my life but the status of asthma has stabilized now - although it is not yet perfectly good (it takes time) but it is so much better anyway! It feels like a triumph to finally be in this state! My last day on Lyrica, woooow!!!!

It has been a slow process, quitting that medication, as it has been reduced by and by. Pain is back but usually not too bad to tolerate, and anyway I have been able to use quite strong pain killers that do not trigger asthma. They are not very many though or so it seems. One which was very good resulted in more than one doctor telling me that it can cause heart attacks, so I quitted that too.

What is bothering me most these days is fibro fog - I have it to some extend almost every day and it seems to be somewhere between me and the world. And the other thing that bothers is stiffness. Otherwise I am so much better than before..

I have been in a really bad state due to medication. I hope and pray I don't need to wittness anything like that anymore.

An angry and human medical experiment "rabbit"

I feel like a rabbit in medical experiments. I am really really frustrated. All else is in control but pain is ruining my life, my health, whatever. Last drop has been this experiment with Lyrica. It was about to take my life. I have been suffering for an entire year about severe consequences which we now think have been a complication caused by this medicine. Some of them have been listed in the "official" side effects but some are surprising. Anyway I am the one who takes it all, it is my body they are messing up, it is me..... indeed me..... who am now struggling with everything I have to fix after that..... I am so angry.... I am so frustrated.... This disease has robbed me of my self-control and my dignity... it has made me submit to all these tests and all experimenting with medication.... it has made me take life-threatening meds because in the end, when it gets really bad, I cannot take it and I don't really care much what the relief is only it comes. I had to do something and I have no boxing bag to deal with my aggressions, so I have been screaming... really screaming aloud when I came home, and then I started to make a collage about my ekg... a perfectly healthy one but also that, and x-rays, and heaven knows what more, were taken to find out if I had heart failure... I cannot describe my feelings.... good of course that nothing is wrong and a real miracle that I have even managed to heal from something here in between, while all this mess has been going on in my body... ohhhhh shit I hate this all, I really do....

Portsoy man

Comment: why this article hit me was because the wife had fibromyalgia, and the husband thinks it is at least one of the reasons why she died. Pain in kitself can cause death if it is severe enough. ANd this pain can be severee, I know. On the other hand, she was on medication, and the drugs used in this condition are death-causing too. There are warnings at least in some labels. Plus, that treatment with pain killers makes that you can be killed by side effects too.

This makes me think...