By Jack Smith
So this is what the hiccup tastes like. The doctors warned me it would come.
Hiccups, setbacks and even relapse can all be part of mental health recovery, especially when you start some drugs and stop others.
I just didn’t know the hiccup would taste so bitter, hit so hard and cause so much angst.
Google “Effexor withdrawal” and you’ll see horror stories from patients on message boards and blogs.
On the more official websites, you’ll see the Who’s Who of side effects: Upset stomach. (More like stomach bug from hell). Dizziness. Brain shakes (this is real and hard to explain, except that it feels like your brain is rattling around in your noggin).
Migraines (four in five days). Nervousness. Fatigue. Loss of coordination (my wife revoked my driving privileges on a weekend getaway). Vomiting (does puking in your mouth count?). Tremor (good thing I’m not a brain surgeon or we’d be screwed). And an itch that feels like ants crawling under your skin.
This is my blog about dealing with depression and anxiety. I share my story to give others hope and help me cope.
Showing posts with label genetic markers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genetic markers. Show all posts
November 11, 2013
October 5, 2013
Genetic markers show his fight against depression uphill battle
By Jack Smith
Part of me was stoic. Part of me was sad. Part of me wanted to cry.
And part of me wanted to go all Eminem, untuck my shirt with a snatch, pull my denim jeans down to my hips and yell, “I told ya’ll somethin’ ain't right!”
That’s how I felt when the doctor reviewed the results of my genetic profile, a “personalized medicine” test from Genomind.
The test looks at 10 genes related to psychiatric conditions. The results can give the doctors an idea of what’s going on with the patient’s brain chemistry and metabolism. It also tells doctors what drugs will and won’t work.
My results weren’t pretty. The average patient at this renowned clinic has 1 or 2 genetic mutations picked up by the test. I had five.
Part of me was stoic. Part of me was sad. Part of me wanted to cry.
And part of me wanted to go all Eminem, untuck my shirt with a snatch, pull my denim jeans down to my hips and yell, “I told ya’ll somethin’ ain't right!”
That’s how I felt when the doctor reviewed the results of my genetic profile, a “personalized medicine” test from Genomind.
The test looks at 10 genes related to psychiatric conditions. The results can give the doctors an idea of what’s going on with the patient’s brain chemistry and metabolism. It also tells doctors what drugs will and won’t work.
My results weren’t pretty. The average patient at this renowned clinic has 1 or 2 genetic mutations picked up by the test. I had five.
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depression,
genetic markers,
personalized medicine
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