Well I had to come off of two of my medications after it was proven they are causing heart conditions. Hopefully reversible, no major damage done and I won't miss the palpitations, faux heart attacks (three have had me in A&E) and the peeing myself.
The withdrawal has been atrocious, as you would expect. However the upshot is without doing much of anything I have lost over two stone in less than a month. I no longer feel hungry all of the time, over eat, nor have protection against my IBS by the meds. If I eat to much now I am glued to the toilet.
15st 11. The lightest I have been in nearly 6 years. Even with a 4 month stint of riding for miles every day last year I only came down to around 16. TBH before I started these meds I was never huge. About the biggest I got to was 14 stone, and I had issues carrying it. I usually hovered around 13.5st, and a 34"ish waist. I am hoping now that I can get back there because living in a flat with 8 sets of stairs is playing havoc on my knees. I'm also hoping I can lose my "Quetiapine boobs". That would be nice.
Already though my clothes look huge on me. Two Tshirts I had to stop wearing now have about 6" of room in the front (Fallout vault boy inspired Negan from TWD).
I don't feel that bad. Nerves are shot and I ache and sweat but I know that's just withdrawal. Don't ever let your doctor or psych put you on Pregabalin. They are handing it out like bloody sweets. My cousin lost 3 fingers in a lawnmower accident and they even gave it to him. Now he's bloody hooked on it as well. And the stupid part is it only really does anything for about 2 weeks, then does sod all apart from the side effects such as peeing yourself and god knows what else.
For many years when I was young I went somewhere else with the aid of drugs. Not legal ones. I came out of that aged around 22, then went stone cold sober (never been a drinker) until I was 35 when my illness got too much and I basically had to go somewhere else again. Funny how my life seems to go in mathematical patterns of time. Any way, my vile ex is gone and I am now housed safely and with the stability I need so tbh? I don't really feel like blotting it all out. It's nice coming back to life again. I hung a picture up in my kitchen that had been waiting six months, built two bikes and am working on two more.
I don't like the anxiety, but then nothing I've taken has really worked. A week and I am back to biting my fingernails to oblivion again any way.