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Fuck I know that feeling all too well. Hang in there man the waiting for shit is by far the worst.
I've always wondered about Medicade and chemo. What state do you live inpharmakos ?
It took more than four days to develop....probably going to take more than four days to resolve. I took Omeprazole , plus at night, ranitidine for a course of two weeks...worked great.Doctor told me to buy otc stuff so I bought some Omeprazole for my acid reflux. 4 days so far and no improvement. He told me to do a 2 week course so we'll see.
Today is particularly shitty, my throat feels like I have a ball stuck in it
I've had doctors tell me to take courses of that as needed despite the warnings on box( as many weeks as needed )Doctor told me to buy otc stuff so I bought some Omeprazole for my acid reflux. 4 days so far and no improvement. He told me to do a 2 week course so we'll see.
Today is particularly shitty, my throat feels like I have a ball stuck in it
Doctor told me to buy otc stuff so I bought some Omeprazole for my acid reflux. 4 days so far and no improvement. He told me to do a 2 week course so we'll see.
Today is particularly shitty, my throat feels like I have a ball stuck in it
I had briefly tried Paxil but that stuff will just annihilate your mind. I was thankfully able to recognize that it was doing bad things to me and dump it after only a couple weeks, but thinking back to it even now a decade later sends shivers down my spine. My most vivid memory from Paxil use, other than the immediate complete and total sexual dysfunction, was going for a run a couple days after I started taking it. I was so mellow that I was only marginally aware that I was moving and just kept going and going. Keep in mind that I was in fairly poor shape at that time owing to the reasons why I'd started taking the Paxil in the first place. My body was exhausted and in any other circumstance my lungs would have been on fire and I'd have been miserable... instead it was like hitting autorun in a game and I only headed back home after it got dark. The next day I had difficulty moving and was aware I was in pain, but only in the manner of an outside observer. I could tell I hurt, but I just did not even remotely care.