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Diana_99
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About two months ago, I went to my doctor because I could feel a depressive episode coming on and because these were still happening despite being on strong medication, I felt we should up the dosage of my anti-depressants. The anti-depressants I was taking work on the level of dopamine and help to stimulate your brain and give you energy. Well, a rare side effect is also seizures.
We upped the dosage from 300mg to 450mg, but I began to swing into mania and took the leftover 300mg I had with the 450mg for a total of 750mg. I was spiraling into mania. I didn't sleep, couldn't focus, and went on tangents about stuff even on here. The sudden upping to this dosage total encouraged this manis. Then, a few days later, I had a seizure.
I had never had a seizure before, and there's no history of them in my family. Luckily, I fell and hit my shoulder instead of my head, but I dislocated my shoulder. I woke up on the floor at work unsure of what had happened. People were talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Next thing I know, there's these two guys trying to get me to go onto a gurney, but I was in total hysteria and refused because I didn't think I could afford an ambulance ride. But eventually, I went with them still not being able to remember what happened. I was in excruciating pain, and I had to ride in the ambulance all alone while still trying to piece together what happened.
When I got the hospital, they pushed me into a room with nurses who were telling me to remove my clothes, which only made me more hysteric. After that, they ran tests on me, pushed me into machines while I still had no idea where I was or why I was here. It was at least two hours before my arm was pushed back into place and another hour after that before I could change from my pee-soaked pants (yeah, you can piss yourself or even shit yourself when having a seizure for those that don't know. I sure as hell didn't know). It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life because I had come so close to death without understanding why or how. Later on, the doctors told me it had most likely been my medicine since nothing came back on the MRI.
Moral of the story, if you feel yourself slipping into mania, get help before you do something so stupid you nearly kill yourself.
We upped the dosage from 300mg to 450mg, but I began to swing into mania and took the leftover 300mg I had with the 450mg for a total of 750mg. I was spiraling into mania. I didn't sleep, couldn't focus, and went on tangents about stuff even on here. The sudden upping to this dosage total encouraged this manis. Then, a few days later, I had a seizure.
I had never had a seizure before, and there's no history of them in my family. Luckily, I fell and hit my shoulder instead of my head, but I dislocated my shoulder. I woke up on the floor at work unsure of what had happened. People were talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Next thing I know, there's these two guys trying to get me to go onto a gurney, but I was in total hysteria and refused because I didn't think I could afford an ambulance ride. But eventually, I went with them still not being able to remember what happened. I was in excruciating pain, and I had to ride in the ambulance all alone while still trying to piece together what happened.
When I got the hospital, they pushed me into a room with nurses who were telling me to remove my clothes, which only made me more hysteric. After that, they ran tests on me, pushed me into machines while I still had no idea where I was or why I was here. It was at least two hours before my arm was pushed back into place and another hour after that before I could change from my pee-soaked pants (yeah, you can piss yourself or even shit yourself when having a seizure for those that don't know. I sure as hell didn't know). It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life because I had come so close to death without understanding why or how. Later on, the doctors told me it had most likely been my medicine since nothing came back on the MRI.
Moral of the story, if you feel yourself slipping into mania, get help before you do something so stupid you nearly kill yourself.