During my doctor’s visit, the technician asked me about my anxiety issues. She asked if I was taking any medication for it, which I quickly said no. I’ve managed to handle it with certain breathing exercises and whatnot. She asked why I refused medicine and I cited the side effects they seemed to have in common. Told her I would rather deal with them than risk an assault on my body. She nodded and said that sometimes the solution is worse than the problem.
With that in mind, the doctor prescribed me Protonix a.k.a Pantoprazole for my gastroesophageal reflux disease, a.k.a. GERD. When I read the “Possible side effects of the medicine,” I was less than amused.
They are:
Diarrhea; headache; nausea; stomach pain; vomiting;
But that’s not all. There are possible SEVERE side effects that I should seek medication should I feel them. They are:
Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, hands, eyes, throat, or tongue; unusual hoarseness); chest pain; dark urine; fast or irregular heartbeat; fever, chills, or sore throat; red, swollen, blistered, or peeling skin; unusual bruising or bleeding; unusual tiredness; vision changes; yellowing of the eyes or skin.
Remember, if you will, that chest pains were the reason I first went to the doctor’s office. Oh well.
I’ve read a lot of graphic novels lately. I finished Batman R.I.P. two days ago and finished both Superman Red Son and Batman Year One yesterday. I’m working on Fall of Cthulhu, but it isn’t going very well.
Well, it’s Thursday already. Tomorrow’s the birthday week thing. I’m still a fence sitter about the idea. I don’t think I’m going to it. But a part of me wants to be there.
Chapin City Blues 