I've taken high doses of Robaxin since '95, I had a ruptured disc and every med they put me on was either addictive or fucked me up in a way that I really hated. It doesn't take the hurt away completely, but makes it very manageable and allows me to go out and hurt myself more. I also take a prescription headache med twice a day... I don't know the brand name for sure but I think they're called Esgic Plus. I take Klonopin and one other anti anxiety drug for flying, which I'm terrified of but have to do a lot.
seroquel and paxil, prescribed homie, keeps me out the mood from premeditatin'.
I was on Seroquel a long time ago during a really tough time... I don't know if it did what it was supposed to do, but that shit changed me no doubt. True shit:
1. After taking it long enough for my body to get in balance with it, I no longer drifted to sleep... I would fall asleep like a narcoleptic, just drop. My wife was working a night shift at a hospital one night, I was just chilling at home watching TV... I had taken the pills earlier, but I was wide awake, smoking cigarettes and flipping channels, no booze, no weed, nothing. Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my pant legs, couch, and drapes behind the couch on fire. I had knocked out in the middle of a smoke and it landed on the couch which was as flammable as gas, evidentially. This was a small living room, and not only that it was part of a duplex, so I had to put the fire out or I'd have wound up burning down four flats. Luckily we all had patios attached the living rooms, so I ripped the drapes down, used what wasn't burnt to temporarily lower the flames coming from the couch, then I drug the fucker outside in a clear area. I propped a water hose above it and watered it, and went back in to stomp a piece of carpet that had caught fire.
The very next day at work, one of the consultants at a company I used to work for emailed us that he was giving away a couch (and other furniture) from an office he was closing in Baton Rouge. I immediately emailed him back about the couch, and after work I went to the office. It was my first time there, and it had one of those Google-ish funky free vibes going on, which is probably why it went out of business. Anyway, almost all of the furniture in the office had come from a dealer in Los Angeles who sold old stuff from TV and movie sets. That evening I brought home I brought home the ugliest, dopest couch in the world.
It was one of several used on set:
2. Before Seroquel, I found mayonnaise to be the most putrid substance on the planet. If I smelled it, it made me lose my appetite. After about three months, I found that I not only had no aversions to mayo,but I had become addicted to it. I would slap it on both pieces of bread for a sandwich and eat four sandwiches... luckily my girl noticed the bizarre shit and I started eating better, but I still fucking loved mayo. I could've eaten it by the spoon.
So I straightened up my diet, and I was skating every single day... but I also started gaining a lot of weight. I went from 155 to nearly 200 pounds in a little over a year, and I couldn't change it for shit. I've been off the meds for several years now, and got back down to 160 without changing any habits. I still like mayo though. Fucking weird shit.
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