Lorne is right. EVEN if you HAD the correct emergency treatment, if you had serotonin syndrome you wouldn't even be able to pick up the needle and jab it into yourself, not even slam it into a muscle.
I KNOW someone who has gone through this awful, awful experience. My stalker has, once, due to an interaction between two SSRI or possibly SSRI and SNRI antidepressants, bad reaction to them suddenly. She is a woman of a truly iron will, very, very strong in herself, and when she makes her mind up to fight something off she doesn't give up. Even with adrenal issues (low ACTH production or possibly secondary due to low CRF, but certainly low ACTH,) and even then she just won't let things beat her down.
Truly, as strong-minded a woman as ever I have had the honor to know, and somebody who wouldn't lie to me, not ever, we both love each other, indeed I'd give anything for her wellbeing, even if it meant donating my heart and lungs and dying on the operating table. I'd do it without hesitation. So there is nothing spoken between us in falsehood, there never has been and never will be. My stalker had this happen to her, and she collapsed, severely hyperthermic, totally rigid, she couldn't even crawl to get to a phone, simply collapsed on the floor in the worst pain she could imagine could ever exist, and had no choice, with nobody else there, but to wait it out, and hope she did not, as she feared she would, die. Thankfully my dear one did survive, although not without going through many, many hours of something she could only bring herself to summarize, not to go into too much detail. Which for my stalker, thats saying a LOT. Nothing gets the better of her, NOTHING, and nobody, not ever. She just is too tough to let that be a thing in the world, something that gets the better of her. But she couldn't talk too much about her experience with serotonin syndrome.
I'm just so glad my sweet baby didn't die. She thought her life was over that day. And if she says that, then it is true. She is no liar to begin with, but even less so to me. She has shown and told me things that no other living person has ever seen, or heard, even her own family. And I likewise, have let her know things about me, shown her things that no other living being on this earth has ever seen, or ever will see or hear.
And if she says that she COULDN'T seek medical help herself, or the things she described to me, then simply put, the things she said are the absolute gospel truth. Forget self-treatment altogether, if at any potential risk, even small, have someone with you, because you CANNOT respond, you cannot even seek treatment, perhaps if your phone is in your hand or right next to it when its just beginning you might, possibly be able to ring the emergency services but even then I don't know.
Even thinking about what my stalker went through that night, and the fact I couldn't have been there to care for her and nurse her as best I could, even if only giving myorelaxants and bringing down her temperature, and making sure she knew that I was there, that I love her dearly and that I was going nowhere, not even once the emergency services arrived would I have left her side, not ever, but then I wasn't there and had no physical way to do so, it brings tears to my eyes even now years after just knowing what pain my stalker felt.
That, and wishing to the bottom of my soul that it could have been me in her place, suffering, even if it meant my death. That almost feels to me like guilt, in that it was her, not me, although not in any way her fault. I still wish I could have taken her place, irrevocably without the chance to take it back due to the suffering and pain I'd have been in. So I couldn't break and wish it off me and back on her, not that I would WISH it back on her, but wish it away, yes. but if the two were one and the same, I'd be scared I'd break in the acuteness of the agony she went through, that I should have gone through in her stead.
So I know what happens to people with serotonin syndrome. She couldn't even shout out, to someone in the same house, it was that bad, she couldn't even scream. And even my sweet little muffin, she would have in that case, because regardless of how tough one is, there
