Benadryl and zantac together

Disclaimer: Post is unorganized and wordy, im trying my best to form my thoughts!
26 F ive had star since she was 6 months we essentially grew up together, shes my first ever pet now we live on our own. I'm a huge fan of raw feeding my dog after watching 'petfooled' (2016), made the change to her diet immediately; Swapping her kibble to grain free incorperating raw meats, fresh bones, vegetables hip & joint suppliments. Realized at the time, I was too inconsistent with that kind of feeding. (pre neurologically-based disability diagnois) kept her on the rachel rays grain free Chicken kibble hoping that would improve her longevity. At that time she was catching a UTI so frequently (monthly) Drs wouldnt perscribe antibiotics without running tests, cause still unknown. Observational learning told me that, on top of her seasonal allergies she could be allergic to poultry, changed from chicken to salmon, it helped the shedding! Since 2020 shes had a whole host of ailments come up, I'm sure that's due to her senior age. She does go get regular check ups. pre hypothyroid diagnosis ive always struggled with her weight from adolesence to middle age which would range from 75-80, that was without any treats and 20 min walks at the time she was only getting 2.5C of food daily per drs instructions. her dr is less than helpful when it comes to quality of life improvements: dissmissing my concerns with "shes just fine of shes just old" then finally getting her to test positive for hypothyroidsm was a big one.
Since living on my own in '22 I've made some consistent changes low impact exercise (collected) 3 orthopedic dog beds, a cooling comfort bed, ive even changed my standard matress to an orthopedic one just incase she sleeps in my bed.
Star a 2012 F 29kg/65 lb. American Staffordshire Terrier model with hyperthyroidism, Cushing Disease, chronic UTI's and repaired CCL rupture.
Her 2x Daily meal is : 1 Levothyroxine every 12 h 2 Fluoxetine every 24 h 3 Benadryl every 12h 8oz Rachel Rays Grain free salmon kibble 117 G of ground raw dog food from a local butchers consisting of turkey, bones and offal. not a fan of it being turkey since poultry allergy. 12oz Brutus Beef Bone Broth. Misc. Vegetables has about 3/4 water bowls around our living space.
I've slowly incorporated those items into her diet over the past couple of years and it seems to help in other ways. Con her fur continues to thin her tail is nearly bald, pro now only seems to get Uti & incontinence when im out of her raw dog food. i wish i new the science behind that. con/pro? shes extreamly thin now- boney and lethargic. Am i doing whats best? should i make more changes? is this what its like preparing for them to cross the rainbow bridge? any feed back/conversation would be helpful.

I was put on venlafaxine during the adhd mediation shortage by my gp. I tried to stick it out for the longest time (over a year) but there was no end in sight and I was struggling badly. My gp said that SNRIs could help with adhd symptoms as well as anxiety and low mood. So I was put on 75mg and then moved up to 150mg. Unfortunately I didn’t really feel any benefits from taking it. Then 2 months later, elvanse became available for me to start titration.
I asked my doctor about tapering down from the venlafaxine as he had told me about the risk of serotonin syndrome when combining the two meds, but he said since I was only on it for two months I could just stop it and I shouldn’t withdrawal at all. I did taper down from 150 to 75 for a week before seeing him and felt completely fine, so I took his advice.
I stopped taking it all together 5 days ago and my withdrawal symptoms TERRIBLE. I’m nauseous when I eat and when I don’t eat. Constant crying, feeling sick, terrible headaches, insomnia. Plus the added bonus of not feeling the effects of the adhd mediation because I feel so sick.
Does anyone have any tips that can ease withdrawal and does anyone know roughly how long it may last? Does the low mood ever pass? cause I feel miserable atm. I have tried benadryl, Dramamine and ginger chews for the nausea, but those haven’t helped.

This is a very long one.
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

This is a very long one. Trigger warning ⚠️
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

This is a very long one.
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

I’m on year 7 of my IC journey that started at 15 years old. I’ve had pretty much everything under the sun with multiple specialists, so I thought I would share for people in the same positions I was in during the beggining.
Regular gyno or urologists are oftentimes clueless about IC. Please see a urogyno asap.
Hydroxozine and Benadryl can help with the bladder sensitivity and burning a bit as well as help you sleep.
If you’re looking for something non drowsy Zyrtec may work for you and one of my friends has really good luck with Xyzal (both are otc).
There are some studies about the long term effects of too much Benadryl so I’d be cautious about that.
Some supplements that many people with IC take consistently are D-mannose, aloe tablets, magnesium (for the muscles and sleep), and marshmallow root. I’ve noticed improvement from D-mannose and aloe for the burning but not as much marshmallow root.
The aloe tablets are also great for those with vaginal dryness from their inflammation.
Desert harvest also has an AMAZING cream called relevium you can order over the counter with 4% lidocaine in it as well as aloe and vitamin e that helps repair skin and reduce inflammation. It’s so good for the burning. Do not use it inside (but a little won’t hurt if it gets in there). It’s mainly for urethra irritation and burning.
IC is not simply a bladder disorder originating from inside your bladder. It HEAVILY affects your muscles. Feel inside your vagina and if it’s very tight, banding, or causing painful intercourse you likely have hypertonic pelvic floor issues either causing or exacerbating your IC. There are many stretches you can do to help this as well as pelvic floor therapy. It’s a godsend for many, but don’t get discouraged if it gets a little worse before it gets better with that. It’s part of the process with the lactic acid build up in your muscles.
There are two common kinds of PFT one of which you should be very wary of. The first time I went through this process I saw a team who focused on electrostimulation therapy. This is where a probe is inserted vaginallty and anally and contracts the muscles more and more with each visit. That method also focuses on kegals. Not only does it make most people much worse while they’re in treatment, it’s proven to not be very effective at all and make some people worse. The goal of this method is to essentially wear out your muscles to the point they finally give up and relax. It’s effective for very few people and I would suggest only doing it as a last resort.
I would recommend pelvic floor therapy involving muscle relaxers, stretches, and vaginal massage before that. The way that works is that they essentially cut off blood flow to those tense muscles through massage, hoping that the fresh oxygenated blood flowing in helps the muscles to heal and relax. Once again this may feel worse before it feels better due to the lactic acid buildup.
Do not give up on Pelvic Floor Therapy until you’ve given it 6-12 weeks.
If those muscles are stubborn there are options for pelvic floor Botox injections as well as bladder injections. These can also be done under anasthesia during other procedures like cystoscopy and hydro hydrodistention. I honestly recommend doing that because it is very painful without it and may stress the fuck out of your muscles if you’re awake.
hydrodistention is when they fill your bladder to max capacity. This is done routinely to stretch your bladder and to measure bladder capacity.
There is also the bacterial side of things. Some people with IC have overgrowths of bacteria in their urine. There is a 24 hour urine test you can do to look at how your urine is comprised and how much you’re peeing. There is also a culture where they culture all the bacteria’s in your bladder in one inviroment as they would grow inside you. This is to replicate the environment of your bladder to see if you have any antibiotic resistances, overgrowths, or other things.
Ureaplasma and mycoplasma are another theory that’s kinda controversial and expensive to test for. But some consider it an std. it’s a type of bacteria that can overgrow in your bladder, but also it’s kinda a part of the natural microbiome so I don’t know how much credit I give that.
You may notice that you have other conditions such as PCOS, endometriosis, adenomyosis, and or IBS. These conditions are also inflaming your pelvis and can make your bladder more angry if not under check. However, I DONT suggest going crazy trying to cure other pelvic conditions in order to fix your bladder. That’s what I did and it didn’t work as I’d have hoped. I’d try to find multiple doctors or people recommended by ur urogynocologist to help you manage everything together if that sounds like you.
Hope this helps!

Hello,M27,5'6",140lbs here. No known allergies,the only medical problem I have is an interactive thyroid that I take 150mg of Armour Thyroid for. Perfectly healthy and active otherwise.
Ok,,wtf is up with me? If I eat Beef and Mushroom Chinese food or sweet and sour chicken Chinese food my mouth gets itchy,where my eyelids touch together get itchy and from my collar bones to my eye brows feels itchy and puffy(not outwardly so),but on the inside(sorry weird description I know). I've read that's due to not being able to process an enzyme in it,though I truly don't know for sure. No other dishes of Chinese food do that to me. Just those two.
I'm really curious about this next one.
Now,some of the sipping cream moonshines (coffee,coffee and chocolate and banana pudding flavors) make me feel the very same way. I can drink a whole jar of sipping cream,have absolutely no buzz to speak of but my mouth and even my teeth feel itchy like an allergic reaction to certain foods;which I have no know food allergies nor any diet restrictions or limitations. No regular unsweet unflavored alcohol does that to me,just the sipping creams.
I have an incredible sweet tooth and never experience anything like that from any desserts or chocolates. Even after a wee tiny shot of sipping cream my mouth is itchy and I want to lick sand paper.(Ill still drink the whole jar if it's left with me). The "reaction",if we call it that,never gets worse than me being itchy,and it's a weird itchy that feels like its itchy under the skin between the muscle layers) I get no hives,or anything else.
I've heard of some enzyme intolerances,as well as allergies to grains being the culprits. I haven't encountered an allergy to anything else with grain in it,so I don't know.
I've also heard of alcohol intolerance,but I thought that's where you just got drunk super easy from a little bit of alcohol. Does that just mean an allergy to it basically? I actually possess a higher tolerance to things than most people whether it be benadryl, alcohol or surgical sedation. Then I also have paradoxical reactions to a few things. Say like coffee. Makes me tired from the second I drink it, Benadryl wires me for sound(thank you, Attention deficit disorder)
Nothing stated in this text bothers me or slows me down with anything and isn't enough to put me off of anything or make me get allergy testing done. I'm just pretty curious to see if the people that are smarter than me know anything about it and might share some information on it,with me..

I've had chronic insomnia for many years now, most of my life. Some things have worked temporarily in the past, but this past year has been hell and nothing is working. I've done sleep studies, practiced good sleep hygiene, sleep meditations, exercise, bath before bed, everything else that is usually recommended. I have pretty severe PTSD, and the past few years have been the most traumatic and I'm sure that's a big part of it. I recently did SGB and it the benefits only seemed to last about a week. I've tried EMDR also. Been in therapy 25+ years. It usually takes at least 5 hours for me to fall asleep, sometimes longer, and even after I've finally fallen asleep I usually wake up at least once an hour and then it takes a while to fall back asleep again. Here's some of the meds I've tried (with all of these I've tried up to the highest dose possible, even sometimes tried doubling and have also tried various combinations of many of these):
Seroquel: used to work years ago but now doesn't seem to have any effect
Benadryl (even up to 200mg): no effect
Unisom: no effect
Ambien: no effect
Lunesta: no effect
Melatonin: no effect
Ativan: no effect
Clonazepam: no effect
Vistaril: no effect
Doxepin, no effect
DSIP: no effect
Phenibut: no effect
Trazadone: no effect
Gabapentin: no effect
Promethazine: no effect
Belsomra: no effect
Remeron: no effect
Risperdal: no effect
Geodon: no effect
Sonata: no effect
Restoril: no effect
Clonidine: no effect
Propranolol: no effect
Selank: no effect
CBD and CBN: no effect
Many herbal supplements (ashwaghanda, magnesium, passionflower, 5-htp, etc.): no effect
There's probably more I just can't think of at the moment, but basically it seems like medications just don't work for me for some reason. The only combinations that have had minimal effect (I fall asleep within 2 hours instead of 5) are not sustainable because of tolerance build up or risk of addiction or things like that. Many of these aren't supposed to be taken together but when I'm super desperate for sleep I'll try anything. For example, when I take these all together it only takes about 2 hours to fall asleep instead of 5 or more: 300mg seroquel, 200mg trazadone, 12.5mg Ambien, 1mg klonopin, 250mg phenibut, 10mg melatonin and 20mg propranolol. When I take that combination I barely feel anything and it does take a while to fall asleep still, but I'll take anything I can get. I've been trying to function on an average of 2-3 hours of sleep a night, some nights I end up getting zero sleep, and I'm just not functional in the world.
I've literally gone to the emergency room a handful of times in tears begging for something that actually helps, but they usually just tell me to take melatonin or something and send me away.
oh also, cannabis, along with a few of the meds mentioned above is usually helpful, but I end up having horrible hangovers with cannabis and am barely functional the next day... although I'm barely functional as it is bc of my sleep issues.
Does anyone else suffer from insomnia to this high of a degree? Have you found anything sustainable that works for insomnia this severe?

I've slept poorly more or less since I entered the teenage years. I'm an adult now, of course, and have been for some time.
my problem is not in falling asleep. so long as I'm not actively worried about something, or excessively warm, I manage that pretty quickly. my issue is the quality of the sleep and the length of time it lasts: not very good, and not long enough, respectively.
a few days ago, I happened, entirely by chance and accident — a combination of a headache and more-than-usually severe allergies — to take both a Naproxen and a Benadryl 4-6 hours before I went to bed. that night I slept like a rock. I slept an almost mathematically perfect eight hours. I woke up on cloud nine and stayed that way most of the day.
this was, on one hand, wonderful. it was also, on the other hand, extremely depressing, because it told me that what has usually been "a very good day" is actually just close to where I'd be normally if I got a good eight hours of sleep.
I'm very dubious of taking those in concert together with any sort of regularity. firstly, a tolerance could be built up. secondly, long-term antihistamine use has been linked to a 46% increase in risk of dementia. no thanks!
here is a list of things I have tried, and/or currently do, to try and get a better quality of sleep:

• melatonin: didn't help
• GABA: didn't help
• herbal supplements (valerian, chamomile, etc): useless
• l-theanine: useless
• magnesium glycinate: didn't help
• magnesium threonate: didn't help
• sunlight w/in first two hours: doesn't seem to help, but I enjoy it on its own merits
• no caffeine after 1-3 PM
• white noise: helps w/ getting to sleep
• eye mask: helps w/ getting to sleep
• cool bedroom: helps w/ getting to sleep
• reading before bed: helps w/ getting to sleep
• earbuds: basically unhelpful
• trazodone: unhelpful. makes me drowsy before bed, but that's not something I needed help with
• weighted blanket: didn't help
• CBD gummies and oil: mildly helpful, but not to a significant degree.
• consistent bedtime routine: mildly helpful, but not to a significant degree.
• sleep restriction: didn't really help past roughly 6.5 hours of sleep.
• sleeping naked

I have been tested for sleep apnea, and it's not that.
again, my issue is not in getting to sleep. I have no problems getting to sleep. my problem is that I wake up too early, and I don't feel well-rested. the night of the Naproxen/Benadryl was the single best night of sleep I've had in over a decade and the day after was the single best day I've had in over a decade.
learning that most of my anxiety and depression comes down to not getting a good enough quality of sleep has made me desperate to figure out how I can get something like that consistently.
does anybody have anything or know anything that could help?

34F 63" approx 200lb MMJ user (for reducing cptsd hyper reactivity), smoke ~10 cigs/day, non-drinker
I have a doctor's appt next month after about 10 years hiatus (other than prenatal care which obviously wasn't super focused on me) and would like advice on how to talk to the doctor about all this.
The most pressing issue for me is my stomach/digestion problem..
For the last 2 years, a few months after my youngest was born, I sometimes randomly throw up. It used to come on suddenly when I was nursing my baby, but we've been weaned for almost a year now and things have really seemed to just get worse.
There's no nausea or other symptoms. It's just sudden overactive saliva, and I know I've got to get to the toilet within like 30 seconds tops. And I naturally feel like crap afterwards. Because there's no nausea or other symptoms, I don't know when it's "safe" to eat and I'll be hungry so I'll try to eat something small and mild, during these episodes any food comes up very quickly afterwards. It is hard to stay hydrated during these episodes bc sometimes water will come immediately back up as well. And at other times, I can chug a glass of very cold water or eat a big bowl of ice cream and be fine.
In the beginning, it wasn't too often. Maybe once a month or two. It would be one or two bouts of vomiting, but sometimes it would last a whole 24ish hours. Followed by a day of recovering, but then a few weeks of being fine. Since the beginning of this calendar year though, I feel like it's just more frequent and prolonged. I'm having more days vomiting than not I think. My teeth are suffering.
My diet is fairly consistent (dx ADHD but suspect autism as well, though I don't necessarily want that in my record)
If anything, I've made what I would expect would be positive changes to my diet actually (particularly since the start of the year) I started cutting down on coffee bc I like it very sweet and creamy. Now I don't drink it at all, if I do it's just a small cup for the taste (as opposed to the barrel for the caffeine previously) I've been eating more fruit too bc they're also hydrating. Chicken instead of beef, that kind of thing.
I also, but the timeline is different, have had some pretty severe rashes since my firstborn (7y ago, much longer than the stomach issues) I've broken out in hives randomly throughout my entire life but these rashes are different. The first after giving birth the first time was most severe. It lasted months and spread from my stomach to my legs and arms. I wanted to filet myself. Eventually, a friend's doctor dad put two and two together that I had been taking zantac during pregnancy, stopped after baby was born bc heartburn was cured, and zantac is a type 2 antihistamine. I started taking it again and the rash finally after months finally diminished. (Had previously gotten steroid cream from walk in, did next to nothing) After my second and third babies, I started taking zyrtec at the first sign of itchiness. Benadryl has never been effective for me (other than making me unabashedly irritable) but when I was younger I was told it was hormones and they were large welt-like hives. These rashes since my firstborn have been smaller, not scaly but dry feeling, and just incredibly itchy. Not burning (have had shingles and can confirm it's not like that) but it does make it hard to focus on anything. Of course no changes in soaps other than trying to find something even gentler. At this point, I'd love to scrape it all off with pumice stone and start fresh. But sometimes I only use Cetaphil, the most gentle cleanser I could think of.
Again though, the skin issue used to seem a lot less frequent. I have a patch on my arm now that's been there for a few months already.
FWIW, my mom (64F) also has random hives. No resolution for her yet. She does have an EpiPen and takes Allegra every night to prevent the rashes. She's also a breast cancer survivor.
So, feel free to give your guesses (I have mine of course) But also, is this a good way to explain what's been going on to the doctor next month? Or would chronologically be better? I assume both issues point to an allergy test, which is fine and there's probably something in there (I only know I'm allergic to pine) but wouldn't these issues be more consistent if it were an allergy assuming my diet is truly consistent?

I became obsessed with this sub a couple months before my trip and while I realized I wasn’t ready for the all-in-one bag, I learned a ton about packing light from you all and wanted to share my personal reflections in case it’s helpful to anyone on the fence.
First, I’m a size 16-18 and tall - my clothing takes up a lot of room. For this trip I was going to just one destination, and at most would be taking the train and then walking 15 min to the Airbnb on sidewalks. I decided to take my Samsonite carryon hard sided spinner and a small backpack that I had asked folks about in another post. I found that it worked out great for Paris because it looked nice and was also anti-theft and waterproof.

• trench coat
• light wool coat that looks like a Jean jacket from Pendleton
• a thick wool cropped sweater that doubled as a top layer
• a cashmere sweater

Shirts - 8, only wore 6
Button downs: 1 chambray, 1 Burgundy wrinkle free (did not wear)
3/4 length sleeves: 1 black, 1 navy/white striped
short sleeves (5): White nubby, lavender ribbed, navy, dusty rose (did not wear), cream wool& that my sister ended up needing
Pants - 2 jeans - 1 black lightweight pants - 1 navy flowy
1 dress 1 PJ pants 1 tank 6 undies, 6 socks
1 pair adidas terrex 1 pair Abeo walking shoes/sneakers 2 pairs flats - did not wear
Paris in shoulder season is challenging - it was a lot colder than the weather report suggested it would be and rained half the days. I was grateful for the trench even though I only wore it once and grateful for all the warm sweaters. On the one day it got to be 70, I was happy to have the dress.
The Airbnb had a washer but no dryer and it was too damp for things to dry overnight and there wasn’t much space for the rack to sit for more than a day. I only ended up washing undies and socks.
I thought I would regret the two pairs of jeans but I ended up needing both of them due to dirty dog poop streets and the cold.
I wanted to look cute in flats but I have wonky feet and I attempted it one time but with all the walking it just wasn’t worth it. But I’m glad I had the terrex and the walking shoes because they alternated between soft comfort and stability.
I have some things to say about the AirFrance carryon baggage weighing experience but jet lag is kicking in…. Zzzz
Edit to add: backpack was the Cheruty on amazon - link in a comment below. I used Vasco compression packing cubes because packing cubes are only good if they also compress (though that’s how it’s easy to go over 16 kilos, an AirFrance carryon faux pas).
I was a little overkill on bibs and bobs for an 8 day trip - didn’t need 8 days worth of pepto tablets or two small pill tubes of advil, Tylenol, Benadryl and melatonin . I didn’t use the sheet of moleskin or the blush brushes I brought because I forgot the actual blush… and could have skipped the small pair of scissors for the moleskin. I did like having nail clippers and file, some advil, some pepto, some melatonin. I’m glad I had my travel pillow for the way there because I was on the end in the middle row and I don’t understand how to use a standard airplane pillow without being in the window seat. I also had several silk scarves that took almost no space and added flair to my otherwise simple outfits.
Although we ditched CityPharma because it was way too crowded and lines were too long, I do wish I had made both time and room for a bunch of 100ml or less fancy French skincare products and more chocolate (even though I managed to bring home a LOT of chocolate) and cheese because it is so much better and cheaper in France :).
Oh and last thing: the bloggers and influencers are right that people look very well put together, wonder if it’s because striped shirts and mariner sweaters are a thing, and while relatively cute, and certainly no one was looking or cared, my lavender adidas terrex and abeo walking shoes were unique in a sea of sambas, Vejas and loafers. The Parisians take tailoring seriously - My adorable father really did look different from all the other men because his jeans were long and baggy and he rolled them up to avoid the aforementioned dog poop. Maybe it’s elitism or snobbery but it’s very obvious that Parisians take a lot of pride in their appearance and it was fun to act the part for a week from the ankles up, anyway :).

15m here. I am currently failing all of my classes and it looks like im gonna have to repeat. I recently started doing drugs (weed, oxys, even abusing benadryl).
I want to get my shit together but everytime I try, I just go back to my old habits. I know what I am doing is wrong and I am going down the wrong path, but it’s like I just don’t care. How do I start caring enough to change? I know this may sound stupid but I genuinely don’t know what to do

Anyone else have an extreme reaction to Aldara cream? I went to gyno last week and have an GW so they asked if I wanted to self treat or freeze it off. I said self treat with Aldara. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. After two days of using it I felt like I got hit by a truck. My fever was 103, full body chills and aches, nasuea, headache from hell. Lasted two days before I put together it may be the Aldara. Sure enough all those are listed as potential side effects? Yesterday I came down with pain in my vagina and it BURNS to pee, I cry everytime I have to, to the point I went to the ER today cause I’m in so much pain. They perscribed me lidocaine and told me to take Benadryl but I’m still in sooo much pain but luckily the flu like symptoms stopped. Who knew skin treatment could inflict so much pain:( anyone else experience anything like this?!

19M, 6’2” (188cm), 240lbs (109kg) Taking: Escitalopram 20mg Tab 1POQDHS (Lexapro) Bupropion HCl 150mg XL Tab 1POQDAM (Wellbutrin) Trying out Celecoxib 100mg Cap 1POQD (Celebrex) Amphetamine/Dextroamphetamine Salts 20mg Tab 1POBID (Adderall)
Conditions: Sebaceous dermatitis, chronic idiopathic joint discomfort, slightly shaky hands, probably ADHD
You’d think as a pharmacy technician I wouldn’t be so self-conscious about taking several medications but, whatever.
I was prescribed Adderall 6 days ago for long-suspected ADHD. The doctor wants a 4wk follow up to confirm diagnosis based on the effects of the medication. I have to say I was surprised to be given such a high starting dose, but I guess I’m pretty hefty :p
The first day, I felt amazing, it felt like I finally had the energy and desire to do things. I had trouble falling asleep each day though, usually only sleeping 2-3 hours and tossing and turning for hours beforehand. Each day afterwards, my energy level dropped a bit at a time.
On day 4, I noticed I was actually tired for the first time. I assume that the lack of sleep slowly overtook the stimulant effect that was masking it. By the end of the day, I had difficulty with speech and recall, and would stutter and freeze up if I tried to hold more than 1 thought at a time. I felt similar to when I was falling asleep from IV Ket during my Wisdom teeth extraction. Assuming I needed more sleep, I took 50mg Benadryl, 500mg Tylenol, and 20mg Melatonin. (I thought they were 1mg gummies not 5mg yikes)
I got the worst hypnic jerks I’ve ever had, I assume from melatonin, but sat my bed up and ended up getting 5 hours of sleep. My Fitbit said none of my sleep was REM. I felt better but still iffy the next day, temporarily relieved for 2 hours each dose.
I took 75mg Benadryl, 500mg Tylenol, 10mg Melatonin and L-Theanine+Passion flower supplements. I tossed and turned but no sleep starts, and ended up getting of 3hr 20min of sleep with no REM. I feel better today, about where I was on day 3, but plan to keep taking things for sleep to make back the debt.
It’s only been 6 days, so I know my body is still adjusting. The Adderall has helped me focus and got me out of the months long funk I was in.
It’s been hard to differentiate side effects of the Adderall vs Sleep deprivation but I did have a few side effects I can for. Fast and excessive talking, Insomnia, and a few tics like toe curling and squeezing tip of nail and finger together.
Symptoms that onset after missing sleep include forgetting to eat or drink, dry mouth and lips, eye strain, mild headache, restlessness (similar to caffeine and starts as the Adderall leaves my system), irritability, mild dizziness, cold hands and feet that peaks ~5 hours after dose, and loss of interest in some hobbies.
I know some are Adderall but not sure about all of them.
I essentially need to know 1) if these symptoms are normal, especially the insomnia 2) if my response to the medication has been indicative of an proper ADHD diagnosis 3)whether I should ask about lowering second or both doses, stopping completely, or changing other medications. 4)what I can do to deal with the side effects, especially the insomnia again.
The internet searches I’ve done haven’t helped much and the prescribing doctor has been too busy for a phone consult. I have a follow up for the Celebrex in a couple days, with a doctor in the same network, so if changes are necessary they could be done before my 4wk. If you need more info, I have blood test results that could help.
Sorry for the long post and thank you for any help you can offer!
TLDR: New to Adderall; Adderall->Insomnia->Sleep deprivation please help :)

Before and after!
Well this has been one debacle after the other, but most importantly, I have teeny tiny titties and my doc says they're healing up perfectly so far.
Surgery was 4/30, almost five hours. My doc said my breasts had swallowed my torso, the roots nearly reaching the base of my sternum, merging together in the middle and beginning to grow out into a uni-boob.
She took off five pounds (2.26kg) off both breasts combined. I keep looking up pictures of bags of flour and swearing under my breath, realizing how tiring it is just carrying a 5lb sack of flour around the store in my arms.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Five hour surgery, spent 1.5 hours in recovery in high pain. The standard drains wouldn't work - reason unknown. I have decided my new titties are just divas. The first time I looked down at my chest while the nurses coming and going were taking a break from trying to make the drains work, I burst into joyful tears and nearly bawled myself into a panic attack. For the first time since I was a young child, it didn't send me into despair and dysphoria to look down at my own body. It was inexpressibly wonderful!
Still in recovery, I started to have to pee really, really badly. The nurse said the recovery room didn't have a bathroom but I could use a bedpan. I said I'd try. And try I did! SO hard! But I couldn't go and it got so painful I felt a sense of doom, that this was about to become a medical emergency if I couldn't go, so I started to beg for a catheter. I never in my life thought I would ever beg for a catheter, but beg I did. They cath'ed me and it drained ONE LITER OF URINE. I looked it up in my room later and the human bladder is considered "full" at 500-700 ml, and I am a small human, so probably on the 500ml end of the scale and I had double that! And probably pressing my urethra closed, too.
On to the bs - Montana medicaid (which illegally discriminated against so many people the feds have a lawsuit against them right now) denied the doctor's order for alternate, portable drains. So I got hooked up to the hospital-only version that would work and spent the night.
I barely slept. Every noise jolted me to full consciousness. My pain didn't come down enough to let me actually pass out till 1am when my night nurse doubled my oxy dose. And then I only slept till a little after 3am. All night while I couldn't sleep I was just picturing myself in MY bed the next night.
So when a nurse came and told me that medicaid denied it AGAIN the next day, oh man. I cried on and off all afternoon, which made my chest hurt more from all the heaving. My partner brought me a more comfortable blanket from home and sat with me and stroked my hair till I was able to fitfully nap a bit. Then we watched some tv in the evening and they let him stay late -
Because they gave me IV benadryl and made me sleep! Fuck yeah!! Partner stayed till I was and well and truly down, then slipped out. The nurses skipped one of the vitals checks so I could have six, glorious, uninterrupted hours of sleep, then I got three more between meds visits, drains stripping, and vitals checks.
So here I sit in the hospital, 2dpo, and I literally might have to stay till Friday. I have "outdoor privileges" and am allowed to take my stupid vacuum machine attached to an iv pole on little walks down to a sweet little pond whenever I want. And they're letting me wear my own clothes and shoes. I am so glad I got these shirts with drains pockets because they're so soft and comfy, and it's nice to tuck the drains and tubes away where I don't have to worry about snagging them.
At least the nurses are incredibly sweet and nice! And I am thrilled with my results. I am so small and I can look at myself without deep, awful body-horror. I keep finding myself gently running my fingers over my chest, and have cried over how happy I am so many times. And I can feel my nipples! My doctor is so great, I am thrilled.
My back feels so much better. My chest muscles are sighing in relief! And my nerve damage in my shoulders feels soooo much better! This is everything! 🥹
Edit: it wasn't the drains. It was never the drains 😂 It was a wound vacuum to hold my fngs down. Home tucked up in bed now!

TLDR (also in bold throughout): My (32F) daughter (5), has recently developed separation anxiety and every time I have to leave her at school while she cries and begs for me, I feel like I am watching her childhood trauma and attachment issues unfold in front of my eyes.
Context: My daughter has always been the typical youngest child/only girl/has two older brothers. She was brave and outgoing, loved visiting her many grandparents, always wanted to go where all of the other kids were going. etc. Her temperament was gentle, kind, and loving, and we have never had any real discipline issues with her. Seriously, she is just an all-around great kid.
For the past few weeks, though, she has been a completely different child. Suddenly, she did not want to go back to school, and started melting down at drop off, hugging me, begging me not to leave, asking for one more hug over and over, etc. It's not just school, either. She doesn't want to go anywhere if I am not going to be there as well. She won't go to her Sunday School class at church, she won't go to her grandparents house next door, she won't let me go to the grocery store without her, etc.
Obviously, my first thought was: the absolute worst case scenarios. My initial fear that, Heaven forbid, maybe she had been abused by someone when I wasn't with her. I have asked her if there is a student/teacheperson at school that has done something to hurt or upset her. She said no. I have tried prompting her to talk to me about specific people in her life to see if she would have any type of reaction to hearing a certain person's name, but nothing happened. I have explicitly reminded her about her body autonomy, and how no one is allowed to touch anywhere that is covered by a bathing suit. I've explained that she is allowed to tell anyone, even grown-ups, "No!" I have reminded her that she should not keep secrets from her parents, even if someone else tries to make her. There has been no recognizable reaction to any of these prompts.
The only thing we can identify as a trigger: Three weeks ago, we packed up our family and drove about 2 hours away to an AirBnB that my out-of-state in-laws had rented for a family trip. My daughter absolutely loves her Nana, my MIL, and her cousins who all live 5 hours away. She was beyond excited for the trip.
When we were still about 45 minutes away from the AirBnB, my daughter got car sick and we had to pull over twice so that she could throw up. (The road was just S curve after S curve through hills for about 30 miles.) We finally got to the AIrBnB and had a great weekend with our family, but the whole time my daughter was asking about the ride home and would cry saying that she never wanted to get back in a car again. We did a Telehealth visit and under the advisement of a doctor gave her some Benadryl before the trip home. We also took a different (slightly longer) route home, eliminating winding roads all together. She did not get sick then and hasn't been carsick even once since.
Things we have tried: For the first week or two, I was instantly available to her at all times, except for the times she was in school (12pm-4pm). If she cried, I held her. If she couldn't sleep, I rocked her. If she called me wanting me to come pick her up early from grandma's, I came. Reasoning: I wanted to reassure her that she could rely on me in times of uncertainty.
This past week, I have set a few boundaries for her behavior. For example, if she is throwing a fit/having a meltdown thinking about having to go somewhere without me, I first console her, then I ask her to tell me what she is feeling that is making her act that way. If she cannot verbalize it, I tell her that if she needs to cry/make angry faces/etc in order to feel better, she needs to do it in her bedroom and come back when she is either ready to talk about it or ready to drop it. Reasoning: I don't want to "punish" her for her feelings, because even I get overwhelmed by negative emotions sometimes. That being said, I don't know where to draw the line between freely expressing your emotions and throwing a fit.
We made a chart, similar to a toddler's potty chart, and have set 4 rows of 5 boxes that she can put a sticker in when she is able to go somewhere without having a meltdown, and each row she fills up gets her a small reward. We have set specific activities for each day we are together so that she can have intentional mommy/daughter time: library day, game day, paint nails day, etc. Reasoning: I thought that maybe positive reinforcement would be more effective than disciplining her. Using the carrot, not the stick.
I've asked for help. I asked her teacher if maybe the guidance counselor could get involved, and she said she would talk to her, but so far nothing has happened. My parents say that we are too soft on her; that we are giving her her way and letting her run the show. If it were up to them, she would get a swat on the bottom and a seat in time-out until she was ready to straighten up. I love my parents, but I completely disagree. It's not like we are anti-spanking or anti-discipline. Like I said, she has never been the kind of kid we even had to get on to. Ultimately, we don't feel like this is a matter of a lack of discipline because this is so completely out of character for her.
How do we help her through this strange onset of severe separation anxiety without causing her more trauma?
If you have made it this far, thank you.
Sincerely, a very tired and heartbroken mama.

Has anyone tried desonide 0.05% lotion? My dermatologist prescribed it a few days ago and it is already doing wonders for me. I am 25 and never had skin issues until I literally turned 25 last year. The eczema is on my face and arms and has been killing me for the last 4 months (pretty sure it is hormones, allergies, and vitamin deficiency all coming together to screw me, so working on my overall health as well now).
I was using drugstore cortizone 10 and that did basically nothing. Since being prescribed desonide I have been putting it on my face eczema after using cerave moisturizing cleanser and then globbing Vaseline on top to lock in the medication and moisture. For the rest of my face I use the laroche posay lotion and also have been taking Benadryl for my allergies. My face eczema has already pretty much cleared (knock on wood).
Just thought I’d post in case anyone needs pointers for talking to their dermatologist and ideas for what may work for them! It was $7 after using BCBS insurance.

So i havent slept more than 2-3 hours a night in months, ive tried melatonin and Benadryl and NyQuil and all of em together and my doc put me on ambien which only worked for 1 night, then he doubled the dose and it still doesn't help me sleep more than 3 hours. So anyway he put me on quviviq and i stayed awake for 2 whole nights on it and went back to ambien to at least get 3 hours. I told him that and he said I gotta give it more time, how many sleepless nights do i need to have before i can try something else. Has anyone tried quviviq and if so did you have problems at first? Does it take time to start working? If i go 3 nights without sleep im gonna crash on my way to work, i already struggle.

About 5 or 6 years ago, I switched from Imitrex to Maxalt. (Looking back I think I was overusing the Imitrex, because it didn't work for me after two years.)
Over the last six months or so, I started to realize that the Maxalt was working less and less for me, but the only option that my doctor presented to me was going back on a medication I used to be on (Topiramate) and take it simultaneously with the Elavil. Thankfully I did not start that medication, because when I switched to a new pharmacy, I got flagged for med interaction. (Topiramate lowers the effectiveness of Slynd, which is my birth control pill. No thank you!)
This past Sunday morning, I knew something was wrong. I was up from about 6 PM Saturday night all the way until I finally crashed 2 PM Sunday. While I work overnight shifts, it's abnormal for me to be awake past 7 AM, maybe 9 AM at worst. I realized that not only did I have an aura, it was increasing with intensity rapidly. While the migraine pain itself was minimal, my whole body felt off. It got to the point that my migraine was too blinding for me to drive myself anywhere or do anything.
Inbetween Saturday night and now, I've taken two doses of Maxalt and a crap load of Red Bulls. Not only did the Maxalt not work at all, but it made my head feel foggy/heavier and increased my irritability. Usually 5 mg is enough to knock me out and have me wake up six hours later refreshed and happy. I was awake the entire fucking time, and usually I can fall asleep pretty quickly after having Red Bull and Maxalt together.
Sunday evening to Monday morning, I was awake for another 17+ hours. I finally gave in and knocked myself off with 25 mg of Benadryl. When I woke up, it wasn't perfect but my vision didn't have any blind spots and I felt well enough to get out of bed.
I've been having a panic attack about the Maxalt, because if it's not working anymore, my only other option (as recommended by the nurse practitioner I saw the other night) is going in for a "migraine cocktail" either at urgent care or the hospital. It's not financially viable for me to go drop $60 on a urgent care visit every time I have a migraine. But I'm in the same position now that I was back when the Imitrex stopped working.
The primary care doctor I had prior to moving across the country wasn't overly concerned with my migraines worsening over the last 12 months, citing that I had my second child two years ago, and that can trigger hormonal changes which can in turn worsen my migraines. I know I need to go see a neurologist again, I might have one around here that takes my insurance, hopefully. I'm just frustrated that no matter what I do, eventually my medications stop working and I have to trial something else that hopefully won't interact with everything else I take.
It's just frustrating to miss out on much needed income because the migraines I've been having for 18ish years (I'm 26) have become unpredictable. When my dad was alive, I remember his multiple ER trips for a migraine cocktail where he was begging someone to put him out of his misery because of the pain. I just feel too young for this shit. Out of his five kids, three of us have migraines, but apparently I'm the only one who has multiple migraine days every month.

Summer is here and we all know what that means! Hiking and camping season is upon us with our furry friends. I want to put together a good first aid kit to take with us. Right now I have a tick kit, crushed emergency Benadryl with an oral applicator, gauze, wrap and doggy antiseptic wipes. What all do you have in yours?