Medical marijuana vs pharmaceutical nightmares

Well, I have quite the story for this forum to share. This story is about how a person medicates to keep a balance if you will, or equilibrium. I never thought I would end up in worse condition for stopping my medicine and trying to go the Rx route , but I've had a lot of difficulty in the gay world accepting marijuana as medicine that I use being on the dating block. Getting stoned is not the point anymore. Those days are behind me. I'm very confused and puzzled by what I've experienced recently. Due to the difficulty, I decided to quit using marijuana at the beginning of June.



That led to anxiety shooting through the roof, so I started using more valium. That's the only Rx that can clam anxiety for me, but I thought there's more to it. I suffer with SEVERE physiological withdrawal. The mind goes right for the stomach and intestines to grind them into cramps, then it makes the body feel restless, with hot and cold flashes. To me it feels like my whole system has turned haywire and crazy. At the time, I'm thinking maybe I have an addiction I need to treat. So I thought maybe I'm going to need to do this by going into a detox center. So I had help infinding what I thought would be a quality facility, nothing can be further than the truth. I was hesitant to stay, but since I was committed to beating this crappy and crazy feeling, I decided to see if Icould get the balance restored to feel normal without having to use
marijuana.



I was given a cocktail of the following : Valium (I claimed
benzo too with marijuana) Zoloft, Vistrail and Roboxin in the morning.
During the night it was Trazadone instead of Zoloft. After about a week,
I felt better and a sense of normalcy somehow returned. It's funny, as a
lot of people were claiming to be feeling better after a week for being 'dope
sick'. After about 8 days I felt I was done. I made myself ween off
Valium, from .5 - 2.5.

Now this place, in Miami known as Harbour Dextox
Village is "never a straight answer" and I was concerned about what
they're billing my insurance for this "treatment". I had concluded that
the right mix of medications was discovered, I'll be fine. I didn't need
to subject the insurance to a $30,000.00 claim. I requested the
financial particulars and medication dosages 2 days before "their step
down phase" was scheduled. They wouldn't provide it, until I got irate
and refused doing the step down. Without the information, I decided not
happening at all. I went through supervisors and all the way to the
director. They still wouldn't give me. He printed some spread sheet,
telling me it's hard to know, but they eat whatever the insurance
doesn't cover. So I said "you're not going to provide me with the estimate ?" I said " WE ARE DONE" and the director looked at the supervisor who brought me in and said "discharge him" It smelled realshady, but I figured I found the right pharmacology as a silver lining.



I had a friend coming down, so he picked me up, and took me back to the
seasonal rental in Lauderdale I had. The nightmare was just getting
ready to start. And I'm feeling great still. Took all my medications
without valium that morning. The food is tasteless and garbage, dried
out meat and very hard binding food. Even frozen foods of store brand
quality was better.I eat half, but I was becoming severely constipated
bordering on impaction having only one bowel movement in a week, and to
top that off, it was green sludge I've never seen before. I've seen
green after a salad, but this was like nuclear waste material. Well I
used my means of flushing out, and nothing worked. I'm not going into
more details, but I decided after using glycerin suppositories twice, my
colon stopped moving entirely. I had to take myself to the ER. I
explained the situation.So I was given an X ray, then later a CAT scan.
It was moving into the early AM hours of the night, so I'm nodding off
in and out of sleep. The next thing I know I'm having an oxygen mask
over my face, and I'm like WTH is happening now ?! Not more than 10 mins
later, my body (this means arms and legs) began to shake with violent
tremors, and I can't explain what was happening. I just screamed for
HELP. Almost like something out of the Exorcist. A nurse rushed in and
said "you need something", and I asked what she was giving me. She said
"Haldol" and it relaxed me down. In my mind, Im thinking what the hell
did this place do to me. I've never had this kind of reaction happen
before.



Later a Dr comes in and tells me he's getting a bed ready for
overnight observation of a 3 cm hole in my left lung. Even though small,
this is troubling to know. Asked if I had an accident or fall. Well,
yes I did have one, and that could be another post. All I can say is one
little slip, can change a shit load over time. So I'm moved from the ER
to the bed at 9am, after spending most of the night in ER. I seem ok
after having some breakfast, than back to sleep. The nurse continued to
inject me with Haldol, then later Seroquel for a sleep aid. The next
day, begins very restless. I have to get up, and pace around the room.
Thinking my anxiety is the source, I request the Vistaril. It takes some
time, but finally the morning shift nurse came in with it. Later, I
started to become nauseated. Due to a surgical procedure I had with my
stomach valve, I can't vomit ever again inj my life. I just go into dry
heaves, that continue to feed into convulsions, until I get powerful
anti nausea medication, and once I was given an injection of Compizine.
The same side effects happened to me. The pacing and restlessness, but
this time it would take a new demonic turn.



That morning I was scheduled for another X ray, before seeing the cardiologist. I was getting more anxious by the minute, then finally he comes in. He tells me the hole healed on it's own, and wouldn't need a thoracic surgeon after all. I was asked again if I had a fall or accident. I was getting angry to know I had a hole in my lung since Dec, which stems from my severe slip. All of a sudden as discharged in being discussed, I began to lose my speech. My tongue pushes upward. I'm now telling the Dr I can't talk. He looks at me and says you're pushing your tongue up. I said "I'm not" and he saw it as no big deal. The hospital was discharging me. I
started to say simple words, barely audible : cat, bird, dog, fish, then I said vegetable, but I couldn't pronounce it properly. I keep repeating it, but it was not sounding right at all. More like vegable. The nurse, was young bubbly black woman. She began having fun with it. Calling me Mr vegetable. I'm trying to tell her this is not normal. She says it's side effects, and they will be gone later in the evening. You'll be fine. Then with the speech sounding like I'm retarded, comes the left foot curling inward as I walk. She gets a wheel chair, cause I say I can't walk. So I want you to understand, the hospital is RELEASING me while Dystonia is beginning to happen.



It's setting in hard, so I
had my friend pick me up. My face feels like a frozen mask, lips
puckering, and every few steps my left foot is curling as I'm walking on
it. You can't imagine how painful it is! Like you're going to break
your bones in the entire foot. I hobbled back to the ER, and tried to
explain, I believe I'm having complications to Haldol. They had a social
worker rush out, saying you've been discharged and I need to go
psychiatry clinic with print out like I'm mental or something. It infuriated me, but I
went back to the main entrance to wait. Finally my friend arrives, and I
tell him I can't talk, my face is frozen and my left foot is curling. It's living F#%CKING torture.
He decides to ask the nurse about all this. He came back 15 mins later,
saying the nurse laughed at him, tell him she's seen it many times and
it goes away.



So now we live under a medical system that ASSUMES! I was
not pleased, and this is the hospital I was born at. It's frightening,
causing all of it is involuntary and there's no control. Let me be
clear, you lose control of the movements under Dystonia! I had been told
my landlord was at the apt, and I didn't want him to see me in this
shape. So I had my friend take me out to W Broward, and I got hotel
room. I had to be helped walking in, as my foot continues to curl
inward. I decided to get a jacuzzi suite hoping that would help me
relax. Nope! Nothing was stopping this bodily torture. All I could do is
pace, with my left foot curling as I walk on it, so I'd stumble. I
finally decided I'm having complications not going away later in the evening, and it
required counter medication. So I stumbled into the elevator, and dragged my self to the
front desk to call 911. I can't talk worth shit, and trying to say complications to Haldol, and the person could see I was having pain, discomfort and distress. She tried to relay as best as possible what I was trying to communicate. I could still hear, so some of it came
across. The paramedics arrived fairly quick, helped me on to the
stretcher. Started an IV, and gave my Benadryl. I tried to explain another hospital gave me
Haldol. Was asked if I was taking Haldol. I said I've never been given
this medication. I told them I have allergies, and they gave me an
allergy tag at the hospital. Well the one woman, said we're not going
back there tonight. They took me a different hospital.



When I was rolled in, a nurse noticed me and knew exactly what's going on. So I explained
about getting injections of Haldol, and can't talk. She asked questions
to see if I was competent are not. After that she went out, and an IV
was started. She came with a syringe of Cogetin. She said "I got the
Cogatin." She then said "I'll come back in 20 mins". Slowly the reversal process
began inside, and I could feel the release of the muscles in my faces
and down at the foot. Speech becoming more audible was time went on. So
they come back and ask me, how I'm doing. I said "better" and I said
"what was going on" She said "its Dystonia. I have seen it many times,
and usually treatable" She said to me "do you know how I can tell ? It
was your left foot" After about an hour, I'm back to what would feel
normal. Foot still doing it some, but getting less. The Dr discharge me
with an Rx for the Cogetin and Valium. I still paced outside waiting for
my Uber ride, but claiming down. I was ready to go to sleep after
nightmare of a day. I woke up, feeling control of everything. I went
back to my condo, which I had been told was spruced up by a lady friend
of the landlord. I decided I would leave the apt, due to issues with
comfort and climate. I mean who the hell is going to pay 1500 a month to
sweat their ass off with a thermostat that isn't working correctly ?
Not anybody with a thinking mind. So I packed up everything, and my
friend was heading back to DC, so I went along and arrived back where
I've been living at the past 20 years in the DC area. I felt fine, but I
was concerned about getting the medications that kept the balance of
feeling normal. I got them from several different Dr's, one before I
left FL and the others after. This is where what you thought works, isn't
the same as how you were feeling...



Slowly, my body broke down into extreme fatigue and being down all the time. I felt like a zombie walking so slow. It kept getting worse, so I'm nearly rushed by my
friend back to a hospital around North Va, when I finally broke to say
"I must return to my medicine! There's no choice. The body has rejected
this toxic pharmacology of drugs that marijuana has never given me one
side effect. It's not about getting stoned. This is complex compounds
creating this balance. My friend was dubious. He said "you're telling
me you'll feel normal after smoking again" I said Yes. So we gave another
person a ride to the hood to cop a $10 bag. On the way in I'm yawning
like crazy with tremors after each time. It the obvious commercial, near
schwagg, but I'm not doing this for quality at all. I'm doing this as a
test, validation this is medicine to be normal again. So rolled up my
mini blunt with a wrap (it's smoother with no lung busting cough to me)
and after about 15 mins, everything stopped. The fatigue ended, the
tremors stopped. I restored everything to normal. NOW I do hail it the
best medicine on earth! Let me be clear I wasn't going back to smoking
marijuana for euphoria. In fact I now limit myself to a gram a day, and
that seems to be enough to keep the balance in check. I was stunned and
had many more questions. especially why the medication being given to me
in a detox facility were not fully disclosed, dosages with correct
spelling of names, and why I felt a 1000 times better after only a week
of these medications ??? There's a lot to be learned from this story.
The medical system is a complete travesty! Don't take any medication
injected for granted for whatever reason, and do think of possible
adverse reactions to it. The hospital will not claim responsibility for
medication that happens to be dystonic to you, then there is the version
that's irreversible called Tarsdive Dynkensia and all other versions,
in which there's no treatment to counter. You're stuck for the rest of
your life that way. Two video clips I'm going to enclose. One about a
man who gets treatment, and another woman who has it PERMANENTLY. I'm
done with these toxic pharmaceuticals. I'm going to move to L.A soon
where I can be medical qualifying for my multiple conditions, for sound
mind and body.




Acute Dystonic reaction


Drug induced Dsytonia and Tardive Dyskenisia