I wouldn’t say I’m a vengeful person (others might, I dunno). But right now, I’d like nothing better than to give nurses and doctors a taste of their own medicine. Or even, lack of their own medicine.
Went to get my meds this morning. Was told by the nurse I don’t have anything written down for brekkie. Ermm. I’ve only had morning medication for the past almost three years. He then said the duty doctor would be called to come see me. Righty oh.
Next thing I know, four hours have passed and still no sign of the duty doctor nor the Pristiq. After some prompting from IVT on Twitter, I found my nurse to again ask about my Pristiq. Was told I’d have to wait until tomorrow when my treating team see me as they don’t know whether the duty doctor ceased the Pristiq on purpose or what. “One day doesn’t change anything!” the nurse cheerily remarked. Which I would refute, but even worse, today was day two without Pristiq. I gave a small “huh” in response and walked away in irritation.
It’s now past 9pm and I’m feeling it. Really feeling it. There’s a reason I avoid missing even one dose of Pristiq if I can help it. And this is it. Nausea. Oh the nausea. Hot and cold flushes. Muscle soreness. Brain zaps. Feeling off balance and like I’m about to fall over. But that’s cool, one (or two) days won’t make a difference, right? Hah. Oh how I’d like them to experience SNRI withdrawal before they start spouting shit like that again.