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![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,795 Joined: 29-September 06 Member No.: 327 ![]() |
You can embellish if you wish, but anonymous is cool to keep it as honest as possible.
Basically have you ever taken zanex, prozac, valium, ridalin, etc...prescribed by a doctor, for the intent of altering mood, relieving anxiety, helpping depression, etc. You know the kind of drugs I'm talking about. NOT hydrocodone, which CAN alter your disposition, but whose purpose is pain relief. Just curious. Thanks. This post has been edited by Spectatrix: Nov 17 2006, 03:59 PM |
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![]() DEATH TO ....something? Group: Members Posts: 5,618 Joined: 23-February 06 From: Parker, CO Member No.: 55 ![]() |
accutane basically made me feel like my face was a mask. My skin and lips were constantly dried to an almost hard, sort of fruit-like skin (think orange but burnt red in color), I literally walked around school like I was a fucking zombie ... I'd quite literally would pull out my pocket knife in the middle of class and start "shaving" with it just skinning the top layers of dried out skin off my face in some form of subconscious attempt to get "rid" of this shit ... In the mornings I would shave without shaving cream making sure to cut the tops off of every zit I could, then I'd wash my face in rubbing alchohol, and I wouldn't even fucking flinch ... literally. I'd just sit there and look at myself in the mirror while rubbing my open zits with rubbing alchohol ...
Once I went on that shit, I turned into a complete weirdo, literally. It was almost like over night I went from being one of the best basketball players in my school to one of the biggest losers in my school....I started taking that shit about half way through my sophomore year and stopped taking it about half way through my junior year...I had to do two "cycles" of treatment because the first one didn't work so I was on it for about a year... Anyways, I didn't do any sports at all my junior year, then about a month after I got off that shit, it was almost magical, I went "back to normal" ... I started working out playing ball again and got back on the team my sr. year, did track again, etc .... And what's fucked up is, all of this happened and I was almost completley oblivious to it. I don't think I ever *ONCE* even realized "Oh wait, this shit has completley ramrodded me" ... and neither did my parents. I guess they thought it was just teenage rebellion to wash open wounds with rubbing alchohol ![]() Sorta like the difference between being a pothead and NOT being a pothead, after you've been a pothead and quit and gotten your mind cleared outta the marajuanaholic haze, you can actually see for once what pot really does ... ![]() -------------------- I r Ur Gawd!
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