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I broke one capsule open and ate it then swallowed the other. I didn't feel anything at all so I went to bed after 1 hour. I woke up about 6-7 hours later feeling weird as hell. I felt boxed in my mind like I was being crushed. My vision was restricted to eye level meaning I couldn't see above myself very well unless I concentrated. I walked around telling myself it would be ok because I have been made mistakes like this before.
T+1:45 At some point a sudden rush of despair came to me out of nowhere with strong fear which very soon lead to a panic state of mind seeking rescue and a safe place to hide. I cannot really describe the feeling and the mind set, nothing similar felt before. It is like the breath of death itself not trying to kill me but revealing its power. The key word is imbalance. I had to walk in confusion. No way is right. Up and down. It all happened so fast, this is just a fraction that I can describe to you. I looked around trying to evaluate my situation, there were like 4 everyday people waiting for the tram with a long face. They definitely could not represent any source of hope or safety in regard to an emergency situation. My heartbeat became very fast, I had to decide what to do. Either go back to my apartment, there I'd be alone, waiting for the effects to calm down, or trying to get to my mother, undertaking the situation and trying to tell her what was happening to me. Uhh. With this and that option in my mind I decided that I would take the tram and try to go to her place. Being alone didn't seem to be a reasonable option at all in this state.
I still have to say I cannot describe the feeling. I felt that I must take a helico or something a supersonic plane or otherwise I break down with the fear and panic. The tram arrived. It seemed all so slow. The doors opened, I got inside, it was spacious, all people with the usual faces, but so strange. I felt it is an evil planet, and I am another sort of being in the wrong place. god, get me out of here, please. Could not look at people's faces, they all frightened me, I couldn't realize anything nice, attractive or just fine in my surroundings. When the tram doors closed and the vehicle started off, I felt more panic, each stop took an eternity for I had no way to escape the closed compartment. Ahh. I had to calm myself down very much, looking at my own face in the glass - it was dark already- - but it frightened me too, as I was scary and frightened. My heart pumped but my system was calm at one level. This duality was with me all the way throughout.
I participated in a research study in which one night I got placebo and the other night I got 1 mg risperidone; each night I had a sleep study.
Didn't notice any difference between the 2 nights.
Wow...Trapped in a box, eh? Ha ha now I am super curious :-D (Resists temptation to procure and pop a risperidone pill)
If you give a placebo antipsychotic to a mime, will he pretend to be trapped in a box?
<Holds nose>If you give a placebo antipsychotic to a mime, will he pretend to be trapped in a box?
You really got to be careful with PRNs and certain staff, especially with Ativan. I noticed some staff giving Ativan simply to make the day go quieter. When enough staff do it, you get cases of patients getting 8mg of it a day for several days.