Following my being prescribed an addictive drug to treat my very new anxiety symptoms I began to feel increasingly anxious. I vividly remember the car ride home from the doctor's office. I was infuriated with the way I was treated and spoken to. My mom left the parking lot as I declared to her I would NEVER be returning to that medical practice. We went to the Walmart pharmacy to have the prescription filled and got troubling glances from the pharmacist for our entire wait. After being handed a bottle full of pills that could have drastically altered my life my mother drove me home. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right with the medication I was given. However, with the anxiety, I was feeling I couldn't quite wrap my head around which of my emotions were valid and which were not. My mom kept trying to convince me that it was okay to take Xanax. She said that it was the same medicine my Grandad was given for his anxiety. I knew this, I'd heard it throughout our entire car ride and yet something inside of me was telling me not to take it. I knew that people buy Xanax for recreational drug use and that they become addicted to it. So, there I sat on my grandparents' floor battling what my mind was telling me and what the outside world was telling me. I took my medication under extreme protest. What else was I supposed to do? I had gotten worked into a complete emotional frenzy, and after taking medicine I knew I did something terrible. I fell to the floor in sobbing hysterics and rocked back and forth clutching my knees to my chest. Everyone around me had absolutely no idea what to do. I ended up demanding my mother call the doctor the oversaw the nurse practitioner that prescribed me Xanax. I was absolutely confident I had just taken something that was going to kill me. He didn't answer and never even called back. During my session of tears, hysteria, and hyperventilation I knew I needed to go to the emergency room. After all, I could feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs. So, we loaded up in the car once again and made a trip to the local emergency room. To be continued...
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Hunter FergusonHolding her Associates of Arts in Political Science, Implementing Beneficial Community Project, and having Led a Student Collaboration team at her college of attendance- Hunter chooses to blog about the world around her as well as her personal experiences in hopes of creating a Powerful group of like-minded people. Archives
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