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I agree; it's impossible to tell what the hell this is from. Tell him continue to see specialists.
Stimulants Critical toxic effects upon comsumption of 100mg Adderall IR
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I agree; it's impossible to tell what the hell this is from. Tell him continue to see specialists.
zombiesarepeaceful
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I had numbness and tingling in my extremities after ODing on stims like 3 years ago. But it went away after a few days. I think he has issues bigger than just this adderall incident.
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Sorry to bump such an old thread, but I am sincerely interested in hearing if anyone has an update on Adderall Sucks' condition. It appears that he hasn't been active since his last post, but I'll try to message him (if Greenlighters can --- been almost 10 years since I've been on BL) and get him to come give an update in case he doesn't see this. Hopefully he'll see the PM notification E-Mail.
OMG SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! I feel bad for this guy, and can relate it to problems I've had, and I got far carried away... But if it even has the chance of helping, the 2 hrs I spent typing this are well worth it. I meant this to be a 10 minute reply, then while typing I vividly recalled how horrid this was for me, and I feel extremely bad for this dude.
I'd like to add to all the other comments about it likely being psychosomatic / psychogenic in origin. This is going to be a VERY long read, but if it helps out the guy having these health issues, it is worth it.
Several others have relayed their stories of stress / depression affecting them physically, and I'd like to share some fucked up experiences of my own just to reiterate that point...
Your brain can and will cause damn near any physical symptom it pleases as a result of extreme stress / anxiety / paranoia, depression, or other mental conditions.
Three main ones stick out the most WARNING: VERY long rant incoming:
1.) When I was ~12 years old, I developed SEVERE unbearable back pain seemingly for no reason. I had 5 or 7 MRIs, 2 CT scans, countless bloodwork and tests done (Two I remember specifically were a test for Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis and a HLA B27 blood panel, which tests for Spondyloarthropathy), etc. All came back negative. I would have 10 or 12 needle marks on each arm at one point from all the testing, MRI contrast dye injections, etc.
It kept getting worse and worse to the point where sometimes I couldn't even walk, and could barely stand up. I remember being wheeled into Children's Hospital in New Orleans, LA (a very reputable and highly specialized pediatric hospital and research center with something like 100 different specialties) in a wheel chair because my condition kept getting worse and worse, and this was a last resort as no prior specialists could find any issues.
I ended up in a room with (literally) 7 separate veteran specialists all standing around me and performing / observing specific tests, and again, nothing unusual was found.
That was the end of the road... I went home, was taken out of school by the doctors indefinitely, and ended up having myself and my mother subpoenaed to court at like 14 years old for truancy (the school would not acknowledge my excuse because of my illness, and would not help set up homeschooling). As a result, myself and my mother were ordered to FINS (Families in Need of Services), which is basically a program for juvenile delinquents. I was on probation through FINS and was treated like a goddamn animal for something I couldn't control.
As an end result, I was court ordered to attend an "Alternative School" for "problem kids" who had many run-ins with the law (which I had none of). I got put in with a good class, however; a class full of people like myself who were fucked by the system.
For the first time in years, school didn't give me panic attacks daily. Prior to this, I used to have multiple full-blown panic attacks (even on 4mg Klonopin per day) at even the THOUGHT of school. It never failed.
When I hit 6th grade, I started having HUGE problems with school. I was in Gifted and Talented from Kindergarten through 5th grade, then my wonderful state decided it was a good idea to eliminated the G&T program (I'm guessing for budget reasons or because they felt it wasn't "equal" and fair to the non G&T kids) once I hit 6th grade. Throughout my 6 years in G&T, I made straight A's without fail, scored 99th percentile in all standardized testing, etc.
Come 6th grade, I was in a new and unfamiliar school, learning stuff I had learned literally in 2nd and 3rd grade. I instantly fell to straight Fs, even in P.E. That's when the horrible anxiety and depression problems started. They were so bad that they would be unfathomable to any "normal" person. Every day was worse than the worst of bad acid trips I have ever had (didn't do drugs at the time). I would have panic attacks non-stop and actual FULL-BLOWN nosebleeds regularly in school (One time, one was so bad it bled for 9 hours, would bleed through a 6" thick stack of Gauze Pads, and they were going to have to do a blood transfusion, but were able to stop it with a device that's a rubber tube with inflatable balloons on it, which is shoved all the way from your nostril to your sinus cavity basically, then the ballons are inflated under high pressure with Saline.. it HURT.
Anyway, once I was put in the alternative school, I was in with something like 20 people total in my section, which I all got along with and adored. I was also given private G&T lessons by the teachers and school counselors daily and IQ tests very frequently. I remember amazing the teacher(s) who mentored me one-on-one in these classes, always on college-level curriculum.
I instantly stopped being depressed and having panic attacks about school upon all of this. I'd still have very minor nosebleeds once in a blue mood, as well as bad days where I'd have a slight panic attack, but not even 1/1000 as bad as it was. My back pain, which had me in a wheelchair at points, immediately disappeared. I completely attribute this as well as the nosebleeds and other unspecified issues to psychosomatic causes. Never had a problem again with it after that (dropped out at 16, and would teach myself online all day every day (which is what led to me being an independent internet marketer / entrepreneur, etc. and doing GREAT for myself from the ages 16-26 (current).
I now have back pain again, as well as sciatica of the left leg, but it's because I herniated 2 discs a couple years ago. Even with that and no painkillers, it is nowhere near as bad as the psychosomatic pain I had as a teenager.
2.) Almost 2 years ago (24 years old), my house was raided by State Police and I was charged with 41 felonies, $102,500 bond... All for something that wasn't my fault. At 22 or so, I had founded a magazine subscription website, and by my 3rd month I was netting over $10k/month pure profit with no paid advertising, simply my SEO skills. My supplier ended up fucking 41 people out of their subscriptions (which I remitted payment to my supplier for) which totaled $1176.49 / 41. I had to shut the site down, most of the 41 got their money back (at a loss to me because I paid my supplier PLUS paid refunds) through requesting a refund from me, but the main way was PayPal reversals or Credit Card Chargebacks (instead of simply contacting me), until PayPal froze my account (at which point I couldn't verify who paid for anything, so couldn't process refunds). I was getting letters from District Attorneys from states all across the US weekly. My name was plastered on scam sites (never hid my tracks, which I could have done, because I wasn't doing anything wrong), I'd receive death threats, etc.
1.5-2 years after the ordeal with my supplier screwing people over, the State Police kicked in my door and arrested me on 41 counts of Felony Computer Fraud. If they would have contacted me prior, I would have gladly paid the $1176 out-of-pocket instantly upon request, even though I had already paid it twice-over (in refunds plus the money I paid my supplier for the subscriptions they never sent). Instead, I get traumatized by being raided and arrested for something I had no play in. Got hauled off to jail, $15-20k of computer equipment, etc. confiscated (of which I still haven't received back). Got put in parish prison... sitting in jail withdrawing from 250mg Hydrocodone per day (as well as Nicotine - 3pk/day smoker at that time) due to the tolerance I had built up to meds for my herniated discs, and without my Somas, Naproxen, or Opiates for pain, wearing a 6XL prison jumpsuit (the V neck hung past my belly button) because that was the only size they had available, all the while half-laying on a concrete bench in a 4 person holding cell that had 9 people in it. Couldn't sleep a wink, was shitting my guts out, freezing half to death, etc. Hungry and severely dehydrated because they "overlooked" giving me food or fluids for 28+ hrs after I was arrested.
Something like 36 hours later, my bond was set for $102,500. $2,500 per felony count. Fellow inmates / detainees heard that, and the word spread fast (as did the word that the State Police brought me in -- they had heard all about it on the guards' radios and thought I was some huge time criminal), so of course they sat there saying "Yeah ain't no way you leaving here!". Got a bondsman (the full $102.5k would have almost completely drained my bank acct, and I would have had no money for attorney, etc. I had gone from making $1500-2k/day doing adult marketing to $0/day overnight once I got raided and lost all my equipment.), paid the 12% or whatever it was, and was a free man. Got home and my girlfriend immediately scored me like 100 Blue Watsons, so I took 10 while soaking in a warm bath crying out of pain.
The raid left me feeling confused, violated (having that happen is such a huge privacy issue... it's devastating), depressed as hell, extremely paranoid (right before I got raided, one of the State Troopers locked his undercover SUV with his keyfob and I heard a quick horn honk in my driveway, so every time I heard a car do that, or a car pull into my driveway for 1+ year after that, I would damn near start tearing up, and would look out of every window int he house for 10 minutes at least).
From the psychological issues with that, I had SEVERE symptoms. I couldn't feel half of my face 9 out of 10 days... literally no feeling at all. Couldn't feel my lips or tongue and could barely taste or smell anything. This also happened in my fingers and toes, as well as my chest. My herniated disc pain was exacerbated, and I was hurting almost as bad as when I had the issue in my teens with school... But this time it was with 250mg Hydrocodone daily. I would stand up and get so dizzy that I'd literally fall over and hurt myself. One of my feet would go 100% numb instantly while walking sometimes, causing me 4 or 5 severe sprains. I was scared to leave the house, too unmotivated to work so I was pulling in ZERO money and living off of the maybe $50 or 60k in my bank acct left after bond, replacing computers, paying attorneys (which I still haven't finished paying off), and buying even more pain meds than before on the street because I stopped going to pain management completely due to my inability to leave the house. Endured a HORRIBLE breakup with my live-in girlfriend of 8 years during this time, making things worse. Had to move to a different city and abandon all of my material possessions when my money ran out. Had to sell my beautiful pride-and-joy custom luxury car which I had just bought a year and a half prior (kept my modded Mustang GT which was decent but nothing special, and that I bought new when I was 16 (1999)), as well as my modded to hell Yamaha Raptor 700 4-Wheeler... Both of which I loved to death because I didn't splurge on any big purchase besides those regardless of the money I was pulling in, and those 2 things were a form of something I dreamed of having since growing up poor as fuck as a kid, and were something I could enjoy the hell out of and enjoy knowing that I bought them with my own hard-earned cash money thanks to the skills I had been fervently teaching myself ever since I dropped out of school at 16.
After moving away from my family, selling off everything I owned (which didn't matter much to me besides the car and ATV because those 2 had sentimental value to me for the reason I specified; they were a reminder that I grew up poor as fuck, endured the life struggles I did, and still came out on top of the world), one thing did go well for me... My girlfriend and I got back together. However; the severe physiological symptoms I had due to the stress, depression, and paranoia still existed and got even worse. I developed a bad psoriasis-like skin affliction on my face by my nose, and all over my head, the nosebleeds came back, and the pain was still exacerbated. All I could do most days was soak in a warm bath tub like 6 hours out of the day, chain smoking, reading, and taking Lortabs... And CONSTANTLY having flashbacks of my door being kicked in, my privacy being violated, etc. Every time there was a reference to police, crime, jail, etc. in anything I read or saw I damn near had a panic attack. The paranoia and anxiety was so bad that I would obsessively look forward to Saturdays, Sundays, and Holidays... Figuring that it would be less likely for another search warrant to be signed on those days, and therefore, less likely for me to be raided again for some unknown reason (which could be seen as an unfounded fear, but I was raided int he first place for something I didn't do. I was harassed and thrown in jail and painted to be a conman and nothing else, solely because I didn't rat on the company who DID fuck over those 41 people. I was arrested on false pretenses and no evidence, which is how I'm posting today). I'd literally count down the days to the weekends or Holidays because of this paranoia. Of course, I still had no motivation and couldn't work, so I was financially fucked. At the time, and even up until a couple months ago, I was taking 6-12mg of Klonopin per day and it wouldn't even help the stress... I took it JUST to try to be able to sleep at night without having nightmares, as well as for being able to actually fall asleep.
Then, I quit the Lortabs cold turkey... Which brings me to psychosomatic response #3
3.) Shortly after moving, almost exactly 1 year ago (1 year after raid), I went from 250mg HC/day to NOTHING without weaning myself off.
I was fed up with life, broke as hell due to the raid and it's psychological impact on me, and realized I couldn't afford to control my pain anymore (even at 250mg/day, I wasn't taking it to get high. It only gave me PARTIAL relief from the pain that constantly plagued me), and also realized that even though I was taking 8 or 12 grams of Milk Thistle daily, I would destroy my liver eventually (I don't know how my liver is OK honestly... 10-12.5 grams of APAP per day for months upon months, but I am thankful that it is)... Also just was tired of having a dependence on these damn pills (even though I used them for therapeutic reasons only). Many called it an addiction, but I always did, and still do, beg to differ. To me, an addiction is when you need a recreational substance to feel "normal" mentally and just to stave off withdrawals, but with no therapeutic cause or purpose. And to me, a dependence is a being physically dependent (to the point of withdrawals if you don't have it obviously) on a drug which you use for a valid reason, started with a legitimate dosage, and possibly gradually increased indefinitely with tolerance because you had no other choices (tolerance was so high I couldn't function on ANYTHING less than the dosage I was taking; 200-250mg per day. Typically, 4 10mg pills when I woke up, then 4 more 10mg every 3 hrs until I went to bed, usually with 5 10mg as my last dose of the day (or first dose) along with fresh squeezed white grapefruit juice, tums, and naproxen with every other dose) to fulfill your therapeutic needs are fulfilled as much as possible. Even with that, I was in extreme pain (likely exacerbated greatly by the issues I had).
So, I quit cold turkey, fully knowing what was to come (or so I thought)... I expected maybe a week tops of withdrawals, starting at maybe 12-16 hrs due to the frequency I took them, and peaking at maybe 72. I wish I could say I was right. I was in full-blown withdrawals for at least a month (although I fully believe this was a psychosomatic response from al the fucked up shit going on in my life, and the resulting effect from it). After a month, they subsided some, but lasted to an intolerable extent for 2.5+ months. W/D shits, pain was exacerbated what seemed literally 100 times, depression, anxiety, and paranoia were increased even more than I already had (which I couldn't see as being possible at the time). RLS (that sucked so bad lasting that long), sleeping 3-4 hrs a night max, crying at least 1/2 the day every day mostly from the pain, but also from the depression. I am not religious at all, but for those 2.5 months I literally prayed nightly that I would be paralyzed from the neck down so I wouldn't have to endure the pain -- Every day, I felt that I COULDN'T, and didn't know how I would survive it for another hour. I was living hour by hour, fearing what the next held, for 2.5 fucking months. I spent maybe 8-10 hours per day soaking in a scalding hot bath and 10-12 laying on the couch in tears. I didn't see sunlight for that whole period because even if I wanted to, I couldn't have made it down my apartment stairs (much less back up).
Back on topic, once all that lifted enough for me to function at least to an extent, the physical ramifications of the psychosomatic symptoms were just as bad as the withdrawals, if not worse. The numbness, for one, came back ten fold. I couldn't feel my face or ears for months. Same with parts of my hands, feet, legs, toes, fingers, chest, hell even my dick. Somehow, I could still walk and talk fine, but I couldn't feel myself doing it. All I could feel was pain, no pleasure... and I mean that in a true physical sense, not just emotional. At times, I could very slightly feel the touch of my girlfriend or feel my dog's fur when I would pet her, but usually not. The rash / psoriasis issue came back even worse, I couldn't hold my balance for shit (walking 10 feet was a huge chore), I'd have heart palpitations (even worse than one time when I quit taking a high dose of Paxil suddenly) on a very regular basis. I'd have random pains all over my body. The pain from my herniated discs in my back was absolutely unbearable. I was still praying to be a quadriplegic at that point, which is pathetic if you think about it. I lost all interest in any hobbies, even if I was able to perform them. I lost all of my friends because I couldn't even force myself to call them when I felt like my mind and body were both being put through a meat grinder 24/7. I'd lay in bed trying to fall asleep for 6-8 hours, twitching and shaking the whole time with my mind racing. I think I would only eventually fall asleep due to physical exhaustion from non-stop involuntary movement. I had muscle twitches all throughout the day (and night) and would get the most painful Charlie Horses ever on a regular basis (and not only in my calves; I had them in my back (when they were around either of my herniated discs I swear I wanted to shoot myself, and I might have if I could have gathered the strength to go grab one of my guns.) I didn't have an ounce of strength in my body, barely able to grip a coke can or bottle of water. I had CONSTANT migraines and jaw pain... The worst headaches I could have ever imagined (and coupled with jaw pain, and exacerbated back pain too I guess, it was torturous). I was able to get my hand on 2mg K-Pins a few times, and no matter how many I took, they did NOTHING (I could take 16-20mg at once and not be able to fall asleep or ease my physical or mental issues). I tried taking Trazodone to pass the fuck out sometimes, as when I was a teenager I had a script of it, and 150mg would knock me out 100% of the time... However; no matter how much I took, I couldn't fall asleep. I remember taking 3 or 4 350mg tablets at the same time, and all it did was make me FEEL drowsy as fuck and completely whacked out of my mind in the most horribly unpleasant way ever... That would last for hours, and it was unbearable.
Anyway, over the next several months or so (my time-line may be jacked up on this), the symptoms gradually lessened as I was able to lower my stress and depression level ever so slightly (Which wasn't even what did it I don't think... I believe it was mainly telling myself that my mindset and LETTING mental issues affect me to the point where I was physically useless were the reason for my ongoing mental / physical torture and that I had the power to stop it). I'm not sure how I did it, but I do remember working my ass off, and believe me... It felt impossible. Just trying to do the slightest thing different every day, no matter how hard it was or how impossible it seemed... Whether it be sitting by an open window for a bit, walking in circles around the house for as long as I was able to, trying to play a video game or play on the PC here and there, trying to show even the slightest interest in hobbies of mine or trying to extract joy from doing so even though it felt utterly unsatisfying, or letting my girlfriend help me down / up the stairs so I could go outside with her to take our dog to the bathroom... Like I said, it was nigh impossible, and one of the most difficult things I've ever accomplished or overcome in my life (mainly due to the time-frame / how slow the progress was, the effort required, and having to convince myself that there WAS hope and that if I didn't do anything about it, I'd die like that), both physically and mentally, but it apparently worked slowly but surely.
Eventually I was back on my feet 100%... Still had strength problems, MAJOR pain issues, stamina problems, and the same amount of stress and depression (especially about what the future held come my trial date... I fretted every day expecting to get a notice of my trial date), but once I was up and about, the recovery was a lot quicker. For months afterward, I still had the numbness / dizziness issues from time to time also (I'd wake up and either be able to feel my face / lips / hands that morning, or wouldn't be able to), but those decreased in frequency as well.
When it really went completely away was the day of my trial for the 41 felonies (approx 2 mo ago). I walked into court dressed in a three-piece suit, numb from head to toe and struggling every step, but trying to take pride in small issues like how I was the most sharply dressed motherfucker in there, even better so than the attorneys :D ... Talked to my attorney, he talked to the DA, and the DA got me to make out 41 separate money orders totaling $1176.49, and in return, the charges completely disappeared. Never had to see a judge, nothing on my record, etc. It's fucked that I was mentally tortured and lost years of my life just because the justice system tried to railroad me SOLELY because it was a computer crime, even though they had no evidence that I was involved in any way. My attorney admitted to me that they were just trying to put a face to the case (after reviewing their evidence gathered in the discovery process as well as my statements to him) and "make an example" out of me. And to think, if I had ratted on the company who caused this, I may have been able to avoid the majority of it... But at least now I still have my integrity and can say I stood as strong as I could in the most horrible years of my life. The way I look at it is they didn't do it to fuck me specifically, I was just inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does that justify what they did? Hell no. Do I forgive them? Hell no.
However; it's the job of our backwards ass shitty justice system to find out what really happened and not bring trumped up charges against a 24 year old kid and totally fuck his life with no evidence. They failed miserably, and I didn't expect any differently. The only reason I paid the $1176 restitution is to put the final nail in the coffin and say "Fuck you, my hands are OFFICIALLY clean of it. Now I can get on with my goddamn life". It was a MUCH smarter move than challenging 41 felonies. If I was falsely accused, arrested, and imprisoned in the first place... What's to say I wouldn't be falsely convicted?
SO, FINAL NOTE TO "ADDERALL SUCKS": Mental issues really CAN cause whatever physical problems your brain damn wants them to. I strongly believe that's what is happening in your case, especially after living through the hell that I did. Obviously you have way more physical symptoms, but it's irrelevant. You need to look to the future, not to the next hour like I was doing. You need to tell yourself you can fix what is wrong with you, and then you need to act on it. Baby steps is all it takes until you are able to do more. If you sit back and expect it to fix itself, prepare to die a very miserable and exhausted man. I know for a fact that's the path I would have been headed down had I not finally taken the initiative to do what I could.
I wish you the best of luck, and please strongly consider what I've suggested. If you get to see this post, don't hesitate to PM me if you have any questions or even need any support
Again, sorry this is so long! It was meant to e a 10 minute post, then just looking back to what I was going through and how torturous it was and seeing this guy go through the same thing hits a soft spot with me.
OMG SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! I feel bad for this guy, and can relate it to problems I've had, and I got far carried away... But if it even has the chance of helping, the 2 hrs I spent typing this are well worth it. I meant this to be a 10 minute reply, then while typing I vividly recalled how horrid this was for me, and I feel extremely bad for this dude.
I'd like to add to all the other comments about it likely being psychosomatic / psychogenic in origin. This is going to be a VERY long read, but if it helps out the guy having these health issues, it is worth it.
Several others have relayed their stories of stress / depression affecting them physically, and I'd like to share some fucked up experiences of my own just to reiterate that point...
Your brain can and will cause damn near any physical symptom it pleases as a result of extreme stress / anxiety / paranoia, depression, or other mental conditions.
Three main ones stick out the most WARNING: VERY long rant incoming:
1.) When I was ~12 years old, I developed SEVERE unbearable back pain seemingly for no reason. I had 5 or 7 MRIs, 2 CT scans, countless bloodwork and tests done (Two I remember specifically were a test for Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis and a HLA B27 blood panel, which tests for Spondyloarthropathy), etc. All came back negative. I would have 10 or 12 needle marks on each arm at one point from all the testing, MRI contrast dye injections, etc.
It kept getting worse and worse to the point where sometimes I couldn't even walk, and could barely stand up. I remember being wheeled into Children's Hospital in New Orleans, LA (a very reputable and highly specialized pediatric hospital and research center with something like 100 different specialties) in a wheel chair because my condition kept getting worse and worse, and this was a last resort as no prior specialists could find any issues.
I ended up in a room with (literally) 7 separate veteran specialists all standing around me and performing / observing specific tests, and again, nothing unusual was found.
That was the end of the road... I went home, was taken out of school by the doctors indefinitely, and ended up having myself and my mother subpoenaed to court at like 14 years old for truancy (the school would not acknowledge my excuse because of my illness, and would not help set up homeschooling). As a result, myself and my mother were ordered to FINS (Families in Need of Services), which is basically a program for juvenile delinquents. I was on probation through FINS and was treated like a goddamn animal for something I couldn't control.
As an end result, I was court ordered to attend an "Alternative School" for "problem kids" who had many run-ins with the law (which I had none of). I got put in with a good class, however; a class full of people like myself who were fucked by the system.
For the first time in years, school didn't give me panic attacks daily. Prior to this, I used to have multiple full-blown panic attacks (even on 4mg Klonopin per day) at even the THOUGHT of school. It never failed.
When I hit 6th grade, I started having HUGE problems with school. I was in Gifted and Talented from Kindergarten through 5th grade, then my wonderful state decided it was a good idea to eliminated the G&T program (I'm guessing for budget reasons or because they felt it wasn't "equal" and fair to the non G&T kids) once I hit 6th grade. Throughout my 6 years in G&T, I made straight A's without fail, scored 99th percentile in all standardized testing, etc.
Come 6th grade, I was in a new and unfamiliar school, learning stuff I had learned literally in 2nd and 3rd grade. I instantly fell to straight Fs, even in P.E. That's when the horrible anxiety and depression problems started. They were so bad that they would be unfathomable to any "normal" person. Every day was worse than the worst of bad acid trips I have ever had (didn't do drugs at the time). I would have panic attacks non-stop and actual FULL-BLOWN nosebleeds regularly in school (One time, one was so bad it bled for 9 hours, would bleed through a 6" thick stack of Gauze Pads, and they were going to have to do a blood transfusion, but were able to stop it with a device that's a rubber tube with inflatable balloons on it, which is shoved all the way from your nostril to your sinus cavity basically, then the ballons are inflated under high pressure with Saline.. it HURT.
Anyway, once I was put in the alternative school, I was in with something like 20 people total in my section, which I all got along with and adored. I was also given private G&T lessons by the teachers and school counselors daily and IQ tests very frequently. I remember amazing the teacher(s) who mentored me one-on-one in these classes, always on college-level curriculum.
I instantly stopped being depressed and having panic attacks about school upon all of this. I'd still have very minor nosebleeds once in a blue mood, as well as bad days where I'd have a slight panic attack, but not even 1/1000 as bad as it was. My back pain, which had me in a wheelchair at points, immediately disappeared. I completely attribute this as well as the nosebleeds and other unspecified issues to psychosomatic causes. Never had a problem again with it after that (dropped out at 16, and would teach myself online all day every day (which is what led to me being an independent internet marketer / entrepreneur, etc. and doing GREAT for myself from the ages 16-26 (current).
I now have back pain again, as well as sciatica of the left leg, but it's because I herniated 2 discs a couple years ago. Even with that and no painkillers, it is nowhere near as bad as the psychosomatic pain I had as a teenager.
2.) Almost 2 years ago (24 years old), my house was raided by State Police and I was charged with 41 felonies, $102,500 bond... All for something that wasn't my fault. At 22 or so, I had founded a magazine subscription website, and by my 3rd month I was netting over $10k/month pure profit with no paid advertising, simply my SEO skills. My supplier ended up fucking 41 people out of their subscriptions (which I remitted payment to my supplier for) which totaled $1176.49 / 41. I had to shut the site down, most of the 41 got their money back (at a loss to me because I paid my supplier PLUS paid refunds) through requesting a refund from me, but the main way was PayPal reversals or Credit Card Chargebacks (instead of simply contacting me), until PayPal froze my account (at which point I couldn't verify who paid for anything, so couldn't process refunds). I was getting letters from District Attorneys from states all across the US weekly. My name was plastered on scam sites (never hid my tracks, which I could have done, because I wasn't doing anything wrong), I'd receive death threats, etc.
1.5-2 years after the ordeal with my supplier screwing people over, the State Police kicked in my door and arrested me on 41 counts of Felony Computer Fraud. If they would have contacted me prior, I would have gladly paid the $1176 out-of-pocket instantly upon request, even though I had already paid it twice-over (in refunds plus the money I paid my supplier for the subscriptions they never sent). Instead, I get traumatized by being raided and arrested for something I had no play in. Got hauled off to jail, $15-20k of computer equipment, etc. confiscated (of which I still haven't received back). Got put in parish prison... sitting in jail withdrawing from 250mg Hydrocodone per day (as well as Nicotine - 3pk/day smoker at that time) due to the tolerance I had built up to meds for my herniated discs, and without my Somas, Naproxen, or Opiates for pain, wearing a 6XL prison jumpsuit (the V neck hung past my belly button) because that was the only size they had available, all the while half-laying on a concrete bench in a 4 person holding cell that had 9 people in it. Couldn't sleep a wink, was shitting my guts out, freezing half to death, etc. Hungry and severely dehydrated because they "overlooked" giving me food or fluids for 28+ hrs after I was arrested.
Something like 36 hours later, my bond was set for $102,500. $2,500 per felony count. Fellow inmates / detainees heard that, and the word spread fast (as did the word that the State Police brought me in -- they had heard all about it on the guards' radios and thought I was some huge time criminal), so of course they sat there saying "Yeah ain't no way you leaving here!". Got a bondsman (the full $102.5k would have almost completely drained my bank acct, and I would have had no money for attorney, etc. I had gone from making $1500-2k/day doing adult marketing to $0/day overnight once I got raided and lost all my equipment.), paid the 12% or whatever it was, and was a free man. Got home and my girlfriend immediately scored me like 100 Blue Watsons, so I took 10 while soaking in a warm bath crying out of pain.
The raid left me feeling confused, violated (having that happen is such a huge privacy issue... it's devastating), depressed as hell, extremely paranoid (right before I got raided, one of the State Troopers locked his undercover SUV with his keyfob and I heard a quick horn honk in my driveway, so every time I heard a car do that, or a car pull into my driveway for 1+ year after that, I would damn near start tearing up, and would look out of every window int he house for 10 minutes at least).
From the psychological issues with that, I had SEVERE symptoms. I couldn't feel half of my face 9 out of 10 days... literally no feeling at all. Couldn't feel my lips or tongue and could barely taste or smell anything. This also happened in my fingers and toes, as well as my chest. My herniated disc pain was exacerbated, and I was hurting almost as bad as when I had the issue in my teens with school... But this time it was with 250mg Hydrocodone daily. I would stand up and get so dizzy that I'd literally fall over and hurt myself. One of my feet would go 100% numb instantly while walking sometimes, causing me 4 or 5 severe sprains. I was scared to leave the house, too unmotivated to work so I was pulling in ZERO money and living off of the maybe $50 or 60k in my bank acct left after bond, replacing computers, paying attorneys (which I still haven't finished paying off), and buying even more pain meds than before on the street because I stopped going to pain management completely due to my inability to leave the house. Endured a HORRIBLE breakup with my live-in girlfriend of 8 years during this time, making things worse. Had to move to a different city and abandon all of my material possessions when my money ran out. Had to sell my beautiful pride-and-joy custom luxury car which I had just bought a year and a half prior (kept my modded Mustang GT which was decent but nothing special, and that I bought new when I was 16 (1999)), as well as my modded to hell Yamaha Raptor 700 4-Wheeler... Both of which I loved to death because I didn't splurge on any big purchase besides those regardless of the money I was pulling in, and those 2 things were a form of something I dreamed of having since growing up poor as fuck as a kid, and were something I could enjoy the hell out of and enjoy knowing that I bought them with my own hard-earned cash money thanks to the skills I had been fervently teaching myself ever since I dropped out of school at 16.
After moving away from my family, selling off everything I owned (which didn't matter much to me besides the car and ATV because those 2 had sentimental value to me for the reason I specified; they were a reminder that I grew up poor as fuck, endured the life struggles I did, and still came out on top of the world), one thing did go well for me... My girlfriend and I got back together. However; the severe physiological symptoms I had due to the stress, depression, and paranoia still existed and got even worse. I developed a bad psoriasis-like skin affliction on my face by my nose, and all over my head, the nosebleeds came back, and the pain was still exacerbated. All I could do most days was soak in a warm bath tub like 6 hours out of the day, chain smoking, reading, and taking Lortabs... And CONSTANTLY having flashbacks of my door being kicked in, my privacy being violated, etc. Every time there was a reference to police, crime, jail, etc. in anything I read or saw I damn near had a panic attack. The paranoia and anxiety was so bad that I would obsessively look forward to Saturdays, Sundays, and Holidays... Figuring that it would be less likely for another search warrant to be signed on those days, and therefore, less likely for me to be raided again for some unknown reason (which could be seen as an unfounded fear, but I was raided int he first place for something I didn't do. I was harassed and thrown in jail and painted to be a conman and nothing else, solely because I didn't rat on the company who DID fuck over those 41 people. I was arrested on false pretenses and no evidence, which is how I'm posting today). I'd literally count down the days to the weekends or Holidays because of this paranoia. Of course, I still had no motivation and couldn't work, so I was financially fucked. At the time, and even up until a couple months ago, I was taking 6-12mg of Klonopin per day and it wouldn't even help the stress... I took it JUST to try to be able to sleep at night without having nightmares, as well as for being able to actually fall asleep.
Then, I quit the Lortabs cold turkey... Which brings me to psychosomatic response #3
3.) Shortly after moving, almost exactly 1 year ago (1 year after raid), I went from 250mg HC/day to NOTHING without weaning myself off.
I was fed up with life, broke as hell due to the raid and it's psychological impact on me, and realized I couldn't afford to control my pain anymore (even at 250mg/day, I wasn't taking it to get high. It only gave me PARTIAL relief from the pain that constantly plagued me), and also realized that even though I was taking 8 or 12 grams of Milk Thistle daily, I would destroy my liver eventually (I don't know how my liver is OK honestly... 10-12.5 grams of APAP per day for months upon months, but I am thankful that it is)... Also just was tired of having a dependence on these damn pills (even though I used them for therapeutic reasons only). Many called it an addiction, but I always did, and still do, beg to differ. To me, an addiction is when you need a recreational substance to feel "normal" mentally and just to stave off withdrawals, but with no therapeutic cause or purpose. And to me, a dependence is a being physically dependent (to the point of withdrawals if you don't have it obviously) on a drug which you use for a valid reason, started with a legitimate dosage, and possibly gradually increased indefinitely with tolerance because you had no other choices (tolerance was so high I couldn't function on ANYTHING less than the dosage I was taking; 200-250mg per day. Typically, 4 10mg pills when I woke up, then 4 more 10mg every 3 hrs until I went to bed, usually with 5 10mg as my last dose of the day (or first dose) along with fresh squeezed white grapefruit juice, tums, and naproxen with every other dose) to fulfill your therapeutic needs are fulfilled as much as possible. Even with that, I was in extreme pain (likely exacerbated greatly by the issues I had).
So, I quit cold turkey, fully knowing what was to come (or so I thought)... I expected maybe a week tops of withdrawals, starting at maybe 12-16 hrs due to the frequency I took them, and peaking at maybe 72. I wish I could say I was right. I was in full-blown withdrawals for at least a month (although I fully believe this was a psychosomatic response from al the fucked up shit going on in my life, and the resulting effect from it). After a month, they subsided some, but lasted to an intolerable extent for 2.5+ months. W/D shits, pain was exacerbated what seemed literally 100 times, depression, anxiety, and paranoia were increased even more than I already had (which I couldn't see as being possible at the time). RLS (that sucked so bad lasting that long), sleeping 3-4 hrs a night max, crying at least 1/2 the day every day mostly from the pain, but also from the depression. I am not religious at all, but for those 2.5 months I literally prayed nightly that I would be paralyzed from the neck down so I wouldn't have to endure the pain -- Every day, I felt that I COULDN'T, and didn't know how I would survive it for another hour. I was living hour by hour, fearing what the next held, for 2.5 fucking months. I spent maybe 8-10 hours per day soaking in a scalding hot bath and 10-12 laying on the couch in tears. I didn't see sunlight for that whole period because even if I wanted to, I couldn't have made it down my apartment stairs (much less back up).
Back on topic, once all that lifted enough for me to function at least to an extent, the physical ramifications of the psychosomatic symptoms were just as bad as the withdrawals, if not worse. The numbness, for one, came back ten fold. I couldn't feel my face or ears for months. Same with parts of my hands, feet, legs, toes, fingers, chest, hell even my dick. Somehow, I could still walk and talk fine, but I couldn't feel myself doing it. All I could feel was pain, no pleasure... and I mean that in a true physical sense, not just emotional. At times, I could very slightly feel the touch of my girlfriend or feel my dog's fur when I would pet her, but usually not. The rash / psoriasis issue came back even worse, I couldn't hold my balance for shit (walking 10 feet was a huge chore), I'd have heart palpitations (even worse than one time when I quit taking a high dose of Paxil suddenly) on a very regular basis. I'd have random pains all over my body. The pain from my herniated discs in my back was absolutely unbearable. I was still praying to be a quadriplegic at that point, which is pathetic if you think about it. I lost all interest in any hobbies, even if I was able to perform them. I lost all of my friends because I couldn't even force myself to call them when I felt like my mind and body were both being put through a meat grinder 24/7. I'd lay in bed trying to fall asleep for 6-8 hours, twitching and shaking the whole time with my mind racing. I think I would only eventually fall asleep due to physical exhaustion from non-stop involuntary movement. I had muscle twitches all throughout the day (and night) and would get the most painful Charlie Horses ever on a regular basis (and not only in my calves; I had them in my back (when they were around either of my herniated discs I swear I wanted to shoot myself, and I might have if I could have gathered the strength to go grab one of my guns.) I didn't have an ounce of strength in my body, barely able to grip a coke can or bottle of water. I had CONSTANT migraines and jaw pain... The worst headaches I could have ever imagined (and coupled with jaw pain, and exacerbated back pain too I guess, it was torturous). I was able to get my hand on 2mg K-Pins a few times, and no matter how many I took, they did NOTHING (I could take 16-20mg at once and not be able to fall asleep or ease my physical or mental issues). I tried taking Trazodone to pass the fuck out sometimes, as when I was a teenager I had a script of it, and 150mg would knock me out 100% of the time... However; no matter how much I took, I couldn't fall asleep. I remember taking 3 or 4 350mg tablets at the same time, and all it did was make me FEEL drowsy as fuck and completely whacked out of my mind in the most horribly unpleasant way ever... That would last for hours, and it was unbearable.
Anyway, over the next several months or so (my time-line may be jacked up on this), the symptoms gradually lessened as I was able to lower my stress and depression level ever so slightly (Which wasn't even what did it I don't think... I believe it was mainly telling myself that my mindset and LETTING mental issues affect me to the point where I was physically useless were the reason for my ongoing mental / physical torture and that I had the power to stop it). I'm not sure how I did it, but I do remember working my ass off, and believe me... It felt impossible. Just trying to do the slightest thing different every day, no matter how hard it was or how impossible it seemed... Whether it be sitting by an open window for a bit, walking in circles around the house for as long as I was able to, trying to play a video game or play on the PC here and there, trying to show even the slightest interest in hobbies of mine or trying to extract joy from doing so even though it felt utterly unsatisfying, or letting my girlfriend help me down / up the stairs so I could go outside with her to take our dog to the bathroom... Like I said, it was nigh impossible, and one of the most difficult things I've ever accomplished or overcome in my life (mainly due to the time-frame / how slow the progress was, the effort required, and having to convince myself that there WAS hope and that if I didn't do anything about it, I'd die like that), both physically and mentally, but it apparently worked slowly but surely.
Eventually I was back on my feet 100%... Still had strength problems, MAJOR pain issues, stamina problems, and the same amount of stress and depression (especially about what the future held come my trial date... I fretted every day expecting to get a notice of my trial date), but once I was up and about, the recovery was a lot quicker. For months afterward, I still had the numbness / dizziness issues from time to time also (I'd wake up and either be able to feel my face / lips / hands that morning, or wouldn't be able to), but those decreased in frequency as well.
When it really went completely away was the day of my trial for the 41 felonies (approx 2 mo ago). I walked into court dressed in a three-piece suit, numb from head to toe and struggling every step, but trying to take pride in small issues like how I was the most sharply dressed motherfucker in there, even better so than the attorneys :D ... Talked to my attorney, he talked to the DA, and the DA got me to make out 41 separate money orders totaling $1176.49, and in return, the charges completely disappeared. Never had to see a judge, nothing on my record, etc. It's fucked that I was mentally tortured and lost years of my life just because the justice system tried to railroad me SOLELY because it was a computer crime, even though they had no evidence that I was involved in any way. My attorney admitted to me that they were just trying to put a face to the case (after reviewing their evidence gathered in the discovery process as well as my statements to him) and "make an example" out of me. And to think, if I had ratted on the company who caused this, I may have been able to avoid the majority of it... But at least now I still have my integrity and can say I stood as strong as I could in the most horrible years of my life. The way I look at it is they didn't do it to fuck me specifically, I was just inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does that justify what they did? Hell no. Do I forgive them? Hell no.
However; it's the job of our backwards ass shitty justice system to find out what really happened and not bring trumped up charges against a 24 year old kid and totally fuck his life with no evidence. They failed miserably, and I didn't expect any differently. The only reason I paid the $1176 restitution is to put the final nail in the coffin and say "Fuck you, my hands are OFFICIALLY clean of it. Now I can get on with my goddamn life". It was a MUCH smarter move than challenging 41 felonies. If I was falsely accused, arrested, and imprisoned in the first place... What's to say I wouldn't be falsely convicted?
SO, FINAL NOTE TO "ADDERALL SUCKS": Mental issues really CAN cause whatever physical problems your brain damn wants them to. I strongly believe that's what is happening in your case, especially after living through the hell that I did. Obviously you have way more physical symptoms, but it's irrelevant. You need to look to the future, not to the next hour like I was doing. You need to tell yourself you can fix what is wrong with you, and then you need to act on it. Baby steps is all it takes until you are able to do more. If you sit back and expect it to fix itself, prepare to die a very miserable and exhausted man. I know for a fact that's the path I would have been headed down had I not finally taken the initiative to do what I could.
I wish you the best of luck, and please strongly consider what I've suggested. If you get to see this post, don't hesitate to PM me if you have any questions or even need any support
Again, sorry this is so long! It was meant to e a 10 minute post, then just looking back to what I was going through and how torturous it was and seeing this guy go through the same thing hits a soft spot with me.
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Dammit, I wish I would have checked the dte on the OP. So many people bumping old threads lately.
The problem I think most people here are having is that if these symptoms were legitimate, a doctor ddoesnt need a blood test to verify as most of them can be visually confirmed. If your telling you're doctor you aren't sweating and your hair is falling out, he would try to make you sweat and see I'd he can witness hair being taken from your scalp. If he hasn't tried to verify this, he's a horrible doctor or for some reason you didn't disclose this info to him...or you never saw a doctor to begin with.
Whatever is happening - if anything is happening at all - its not the Adderall. Something else would have to be going on, most likely something neurological. I think this is just hypochondria on a grand scale. Sorry to asume the worst, but some things just don't add up here, particularly the fact that your doctor doesn't seem to be the least bit interested in what would probably be the most interesting case in his career.
Anyway, what do you expect to get from this thread? We arent your doctors, we cant offer anything in the way of a diagnosis. We can speculate, but what will that do other than feed your hypochondria?
The problem I think most people here are having is that if these symptoms were legitimate, a doctor ddoesnt need a blood test to verify as most of them can be visually confirmed. If your telling you're doctor you aren't sweating and your hair is falling out, he would try to make you sweat and see I'd he can witness hair being taken from your scalp. If he hasn't tried to verify this, he's a horrible doctor or for some reason you didn't disclose this info to him...or you never saw a doctor to begin with.
Whatever is happening - if anything is happening at all - its not the Adderall. Something else would have to be going on, most likely something neurological. I think this is just hypochondria on a grand scale. Sorry to asume the worst, but some things just don't add up here, particularly the fact that your doctor doesn't seem to be the least bit interested in what would probably be the most interesting case in his career.
Anyway, what do you expect to get from this thread? We arent your doctors, we cant offer anything in the way of a diagnosis. We can speculate, but what will that do other than feed your hypochondria?
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Sounds like a hemorroid might cause some of those sensations... Your rectum and anus area actually has a lot to do with the regulation of serotonin and dopamine cycles ... it sounds like classic "brain zaps" caused from medium level overdose of any number of drugs.
I would tell the kid to chill out awhile... and he will be fine.
I would tell the kid to chill out awhile... and he will be fine.
There's no way that 100mg of adderall is still effecting you past the comedown stage. It seems as though you are going through high stress events in your life, and this combined with a comedown could have triggered an anxiety issue. In my frank opinion, that dose really isnt a problem physically as long as their isn't a pre-existing heart condition; how it effects people mentally, short or long term, is anyone's guess.
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More likely a hypochondriac. I hate how do many people in this thread failed to read properly and seemed to be under the impression that the amphetamine had been a recent thing. Anyone who didn't immediately dismiss the relevance of one amphetamine semi-overdose and his symptoms was either moronic or just didn't read fully.
Now that's not gonna hurt anyone in a thread like this, but people post real problems and sometimes they happen to be a little complicated. When people on here try to give advice based on an incomplete reading and a poor knowledge of what's going on, they're risking someone else's life.
Okay, it's not usually life or death, but it's not infrequent that the questions someone would ask here could have life and death-level consequences. This has always frustrated me about the harm reduction a forum like this does. Sure, it's great to promote safe injection practices and and a lot of the more cut and dry aspects of it, but when things are more complicated EVERYONE is given equal voice, and unfortunately, not everyone deserves an equal voice, the truth isn't decided by consensus. Look at these guys posting on the first page who apparently think that the OP's original overdose had been recent. Or the guy who thinks that only 75 percent of an actual Adderall dose is amphetamine...
Now that's not gonna hurt anyone in a thread like this, but people post real problems and sometimes they happen to be a little complicated. When people on here try to give advice based on an incomplete reading and a poor knowledge of what's going on, they're risking someone else's life.
Okay, it's not usually life or death, but it's not infrequent that the questions someone would ask here could have life and death-level consequences. This has always frustrated me about the harm reduction a forum like this does. Sure, it's great to promote safe injection practices and and a lot of the more cut and dry aspects of it, but when things are more complicated EVERYONE is given equal voice, and unfortunately, not everyone deserves an equal voice, the truth isn't decided by consensus. Look at these guys posting on the first page who apparently think that the OP's original overdose had been recent. Or the guy who thinks that only 75 percent of an actual Adderall dose is amphetamine...
his arm hair falls out easily, has become thinner and weak an fails to regrow as quick.. which is consistent with poisoning. the adderall mixed with all the other stimulants and fillers of god knows what damaged his body, probably kidneys, more specifically , his adrenals. who didnt read what?
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This has probably nothing to do with his amphetamine use.
Ofc it would seem that this is psychogenic, if other answers aren't at hand, but it would be a grave mistake to fend off a patient off like that before making sure everything else has been excluded
With such a wide pletora or symptoms I couldn't even begin to raise suspicions for any thought of somatic illness. This needs a wide array of diagnostic procedures that nobody here can perform, that no doctor could even perform (NOT EVEN DR HOUSE!!!!!) if the guy isn't physically present.
Since he saw 6 doctors, they probably ran a few tests on him. If they haven't then shame on them, but this means they also considered his suffering psychogenic and the symptoms he describes aren't present (atrophy of brachial muscles, hypohidrosis, preinuria).
Not sure what this is doing on bluelight.
EDIT: I'd like to add my experiences after taking 600mg IV amphetamine phosphate in 2012:
My "testicle sac" has also become more "lose" throughout the last few years (unfortunately without the mentioned testicular hypertrophy).
My butthole has not been as neat as it once was as a baby.
I am growing hair in places where my hairs just used to fall when I shaved them off.
My erections are not as frequent as they used to be with 16.
Randomly, my legs are falling asleep, especially when I sit in weird positions.
Many things that used to be fun aren't anymore.
My skin is getting dry and seems less flexible.
My sense of taste, smell, sight and hearing are becoming worse with every year that passes.
I noticed my reaction times are getting worse when I play computer games.
I have at least 3 doctors appointments every month.
I have to swallow a shitload of pills and I don't even quite know what they are doing.
I am really afraid I have some weird degenerative disease!!!!
It would be much more likely he is simply a hypochondriac, but the severity of the symptoms would have to be judged. If he has considerable atrophy of brachial muscles and does in fact suffer severe hypohidrosis and proteinuria you would have to invest some time and money into diagnostic procedures. Checking his blood for various antibodies and interleukines, probably taking some spinal fluid and also checking for signs of immunological processes. I am no doctor, but something along those lines could be done additionally to the MRI he received.
Ofc it would seem that this is psychogenic, if other answers aren't at hand, but it would be a grave mistake to fend off a patient off like that before making sure everything else has been excluded
With such a wide pletora or symptoms I couldn't even begin to raise suspicions for any thought of somatic illness. This needs a wide array of diagnostic procedures that nobody here can perform, that no doctor could even perform (NOT EVEN DR HOUSE!!!!!) if the guy isn't physically present.
Since he saw 6 doctors, they probably ran a few tests on him. If they haven't then shame on them, but this means they also considered his suffering psychogenic and the symptoms he describes aren't present (atrophy of brachial muscles, hypohidrosis, preinuria).
Not sure what this is doing on bluelight.
EDIT: I'd like to add my experiences after taking 600mg IV amphetamine phosphate in 2012:
My "testicle sac" has also become more "lose" throughout the last few years (unfortunately without the mentioned testicular hypertrophy).
My butthole has not been as neat as it once was as a baby.
I am growing hair in places where my hairs just used to fall when I shaved them off.
My erections are not as frequent as they used to be with 16.
Randomly, my legs are falling asleep, especially when I sit in weird positions.
Many things that used to be fun aren't anymore.
My skin is getting dry and seems less flexible.
My sense of taste, smell, sight and hearing are becoming worse with every year that passes.
I noticed my reaction times are getting worse when I play computer games.
I have at least 3 doctors appointments every month.
I have to swallow a shitload of pills and I don't even quite know what they are doing.
I am really afraid I have some weird degenerative disease!!!!
I totally agree to the rest of what you said, very well said. Regarding his symptoms, you're walking on thin ice when labelling someone a hypochondriac because you cannot make sense of his symptoms. I, too, would tend to think he is a hypochondriac, BUT he might also just show a mix of being a hypochondriac and an unusual presentation of a systemic autoimmune disease like Sjögren's Syndrome or Fabry disease. There are countless other autoimmune diseases that I am not even aware of that probably fit the symptoms better.
It would be much more likely he is simply a hypochondriac, but the severity of the symptoms would have to be judged. If he has considerable atrophy of brachial muscles and does in fact suffer severe hypohidrosis and proteinuria you would have to invest some time and money into diagnostic procedures. Checking his blood for various antibodies and interleukines, probably taking some spinal fluid and also checking for signs of immunological processes. I am no doctor, but something along those lines could be done additionally to the MRI he received.
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True, it's very unusual for a man to have it, especially one who complains about testicular hypertrophy. To be honest Fabry's wouldn't be a very good fit either, but there are tons are weird autoimmune diseases. I was saying he would have to be checked out and at least have some blood work done before dismissing him as a mere hypochondriac (which he obviously is). His urine should also be checked for proteine, since he complained about it being foamy. Measuring the circumference of his arms to compare them wouldn't be much trouble either (though that could have always been there and just mean he's wanking excessively with one of his hands). Hypohidrosis can be tested for pretty much for free as well.
Last but not least his doctor should give him a full rectal examination with hist fist, so he knows better not to bother him with such petty shit.
EDIT: According to wiki, 1 out of 10 people with Sjögren's are male. Considering the guy seems to be a massive pussy, not that unlikely.^^ Ofc it's still unlikely, but everything that would account for his symptoms is unlikely. While I'm 99% sure he isn't suffering of any somatic illness, I'd really like to hear that confirmed now that a few years have passed. If it's progressive, his ballsack should be reaching to his knees now and his testicles should be the size of a water melon.
Not trying to downplay your situation but, I've personally done over 150mg of Adderall in a night and seen people take 400mg in two days, and with methamphetamine which is obviously closely related to regular amphetamine but a little more potent per milligram me and my GF IVed 1.2gs now yes that was with having a tolerance and both having psychosis, but the only symptoms I've heard of is a racing heart, anxiety, sweating, really extreme cases cheast pain, and sometimes that can be brought on by paranoia. I'd try to think less about the amphetamine and see what else diseases or alignment could be causing this good luck brother.
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^maybe the meth was just extremely cut ?
Either way you're doing a lot of damage to your body by taking that much
Either way you're doing a lot of damage to your body by taking that much
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Case: AdderallSucks vs. 100mg Adderall.
Disposition: The Defendamt, 100mg Adderall (mixed amphetamine salts) taken months ago has heen found to be NOT GUILTY. The Plaintiff has been judged to be a neurotic basketcase with a severe case of psychosonatiform disorder and possibly some rare autoimmune disease such as lupus on top of the first duagnosis; however, the chances of this latter scenario being the case here gave been judged SLIM TO NONE. Case dismissed.
Disposition: The Defendamt, 100mg Adderall (mixed amphetamine salts) taken months ago has heen found to be NOT GUILTY. The Plaintiff has been judged to be a neurotic basketcase with a severe case of psychosonatiform disorder and possibly some rare autoimmune disease such as lupus on top of the first duagnosis; however, the chances of this latter scenario being the case here gave been judged SLIM TO NONE. Case dismissed.
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