I don't have a name for this yet, but I just have to say that I am right now going through horrid withdrawal from taking statin drugs. Those would be drugs that your doctor tells you that you must take because your blood cholesterol level is high.
**Note** 5:30 pm and I had a real hard day - you would think I'd been shooting up or something the withdrawls are so bad. I have a really bad headache, shakes, stiff - VERY - neck, etc. But I've had a distraction; at about 8:45 am Internet Explorer just stopped working. It said it was at a certain page, but nothing showed up and the page never loaded. I spent the day trying to fix various things, you name it I tried it. Finally remembered that I had Mozilla on here somewhere but couldn't find it, so typed in SEARCH COMPUTER and found it, imported everything from IE and now learning this. It is different, but not that hard so far - and I really can't think so good. *** Please keep reading....
I just have to say that I am relieved that I finally figured it out but that it is appalling that doctors buy into this stuff and believe everything the drug companies tell them. I went into the doctor last year because I needed a referral for the dermatologist and I couldn't get one without getting a physical, which I thought would be ok because it was free. Well, then the doctor said that I couldn't have the referral unless I agreed to take Simvastatin because my cholesterol was high. Now, let me point out that the only thing my doctor used to evaluate that was the number. He did not use my lifestyle. I have no markers for heart disease. No one in my family has ever had it. In fact, my father and his brothers are in mid to late 80's and my mother lived to 80 and the only thing left working on her WAS her heart. It just stopped beating because her BRAIN was fried and forget to tell it to beat one day.
She had dementia. No one knows how she got it. But I remember back a couple decades ago she was given Cholesterol medication. Then that made her blood pressure high, so they gave her medication for that. Then that made her Thyroid go wonky so they gave her medication for that. All of a sudden my mother couldn't think straight, yet they kept giving her more and more medication. Actually it was medication to counteract the side effects from other medication that she really didn't need. In the end, my mother lived 3 years on NO medication and nothing at all was left working on her except her heart.
Also, I had no illness when I originally went to the doctor, just a mole that I needed removed from the dermatologist. I felt FINE. Not so once I started taking that drug. And I want to point out that I eat a plant based diet, I do not eat fried food or junk food or meat or cheese, just mostly fruit and vegies and tofu and brown rice and oatmeal. I do yoga every day and lift weights (small weights, 5 pounds). But my body started getting all sorts of weird things that stupidly I attributed to it being cold, to me being maybe still upset from my mother's death, to maybe being hot flashes from my age, to maybe a stomach ache. Of course, when I called my doctor to tell him I was stopping the drug, he said that I should have told him I was having side effects. I said, I AM telling you, I JUST figured it all out.
The worst part was in the last couple weeks I notice that I have super dry skin and patches of red bumps and the worst, no matter how much weight lifting I did, it looks like I lost 30 pounds, and its muscle wasting. Just go ahead and look this stuff up any place. Of course, when I mentioned to my doctor that I found others reported these symptoms, he said where did I see that and I said on line and he said YOU KNOW NOT EVERYTHING ON THE INTERNET IS TRUE. I told him that of course I know that, just like not every book you read is true. But when I type in a symptom and it already comes up after I type in one or two words, it comes up in google, then someone else has looked for that as well. And I just don't believe it is a conspiracy to find all these different people all over the world asking about these symptoms that are really debilitating.
I'm not done with this, and maybe I'll erase it, but that's it for tonight. At least I wrote what was on my mind.
By the way, if you are related to me, and you have not had your cholesterol checked, you might want to just figure that you have the gene for it and adjust your lifestyle and eating habits.
Also, Heather, I heard you just went to my dads, thank you. I heard you got the chamber pot, I hope you keep that, it was the first antique YOUR dad ever bought for me. I always loved that.
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Why I'm here
Well, I'm not a stay at home mom. That's not the right words. I'll just say I'm done working.
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
About Me
- hulamama
- I do yoga to keep from shrinking and from losing my mind. I don't say "Om", and I usually listen to morning music.
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