Thursday, April 7, 2016

Black box warning...

     I signed up to participate in the Epilepsy Foundation's National Walk for Epilepsy on April 16 in Washington, D.C. While visiting the even'ts homepage, trying to figure out which celebrities and speakers to stalk, I realized the manufacturer of my least favorite drug is one of the event's "Silver" level sponsors.
     It really shouldn't have come as a surprise; the company is making bank off people like me.
     Their dirty drug has been out of my system for a while now, and the only homicidal ideation I experienced while under its influence was at the end, toward that psychiatrist, Dr. P. It was a direct reaction to my mistreatment at Walter Reed Medical Center rather than a side-effect of the drug itself.
     But still, I am wondering if any of the drug company's representatives will be there in person, distributing promotional materials in the form of "goody bags."
     I would certainly like to have a conversation with one of them or perhaps throw their stash of free stickers, bracelets or whatever into a nearby trashcan so no one else considers taking the same dark journey as me.
     It's definitely something to think about as I sit here with five months left before I can drive again.
     I doubt there will be any people to give out free Depakote stuff because it's already been proven to work, not only as an effective medicine for epileptics like myself but also for people with bipolar disorder and migraine headaches.
     I will try to keep my temper in check and NOT accidentally stumble into any tents or tables promoting Fycompa as the next new answer for people with complex partial seizures, but I'm not making any promises.
     Sometimes the Rebel comes out in me without my permission.
     Maybe I need a black box warning for myself.