halfstay
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- Feb 4, 2026
- 58
My psychiatrist wanted to try out a new anti psychotic with me, so she sent in an order to my pharmacy, as well as a refill order on my venlefaxine (Effexor). I get the message from my pharmacist that my prescriptions are ready, so I go to pick up.
Imagine my surprise when they claim they don't have my Effexor and that it was never ordered, and I don't have any valid refills. They talked to me like a drug seeker. I have exactly 0 history of drug abuse, hell I don't even drink caffeine, but even then what pill popper would want Effexor?? The side affects are horrible, it barely works as an anti depressant, and yet for some reason they were acting like I was begging them for crack.
This happened last Wednesday, and when I tried to ask them to contact my provider, they told me I was required to do that myself and I shouldn't expect a response because it was "so close to the weekend already". So I reach out to my psyche multiple times, get no response, and just have a magical virtual appointment scheduled for today all of the sudden??
I have been cold turkey off of 225g of Effexor for like five days now and the symptoms just keep ramping up. Brain zaps, brain fog, intense nausea, vomiting, deliriousness. My head feels like it's throbbing out of my fucking skull. I don't feel comfortable operating my vehicle right now either, which is extra shit because my employers would actually rather send me to the gallows than give me a day off. Idk why everyone collectively decided to drink "hey fuck this guy in particular" juice this week but holy FUCK dude.
It's gonna take all the good will I have left in my soul to not blow up at my psychiatrist over this today. I won't because I'm actually a huge pussy and very polite but still, I considered it.
anyways I'm gonna go bite a fucking brick now or something because literally anything is more preferable than dealing with these withdrawals.
Imagine my surprise when they claim they don't have my Effexor and that it was never ordered, and I don't have any valid refills. They talked to me like a drug seeker. I have exactly 0 history of drug abuse, hell I don't even drink caffeine, but even then what pill popper would want Effexor?? The side affects are horrible, it barely works as an anti depressant, and yet for some reason they were acting like I was begging them for crack.
This happened last Wednesday, and when I tried to ask them to contact my provider, they told me I was required to do that myself and I shouldn't expect a response because it was "so close to the weekend already". So I reach out to my psyche multiple times, get no response, and just have a magical virtual appointment scheduled for today all of the sudden??
I have been cold turkey off of 225g of Effexor for like five days now and the symptoms just keep ramping up. Brain zaps, brain fog, intense nausea, vomiting, deliriousness. My head feels like it's throbbing out of my fucking skull. I don't feel comfortable operating my vehicle right now either, which is extra shit because my employers would actually rather send me to the gallows than give me a day off. Idk why everyone collectively decided to drink "hey fuck this guy in particular" juice this week but holy FUCK dude.
It's gonna take all the good will I have left in my soul to not blow up at my psychiatrist over this today. I won't because I'm actually a huge pussy and very polite but still, I considered it.
anyways I'm gonna go bite a fucking brick now or something because literally anything is more preferable than dealing with these withdrawals.
