I was put on a sedative drug for a badly diagnosed psychiatric problem.
The psychiatry of today will be ridiculed in the next ten years at a guess. And the patients who’s lives that those involved have ruined with drugs that don’t work and therapies that don’t help will be compensated I hope.
I put up with this medicine with its regular blood tests in a hospital setting, for what they call treatment resistant schizophrenia, for approximately ten years. Basically I came out of the University of Warwick and was cajoled into seeing a doctor round about the year of 1991 and from that point on I have been pursued by these so-called psychiatric services for a total of nearly thirty years of what I would consider to be sheer hell on earth.
I am left with nothing:
- No degree.
- No family of my own.
- No job.
- No money and debt laden.
- No property.
Anyway, I got a red blood test result one day, and got called in by the nurse. I knew something was wrong, as I began to cycle slower and slower on the regular lonely rides that I used to embark upon around the town.
The nurse and the doctor stopped the medicine and prescribed something different without a sedative.
I had no sleep for THREE MONTHS, occasionally a few minutes, although nothing more than that.
It’s hard enough having to fight leukaemia, tough to fight it though with three months of sleep deprivation and I plan to sue.
Everyone likes a positive story, I’m sorry you won’t get one here!