Yep, you are absolutely 100% correct on that. Too bad most people don’t agree…
No, but I’m more “comfortable” with ASD than schizoaffective. Trust me, I’ve discussed this in depth with my (former, evil) shrink, we studied the current version of the DSM-IV and we both agreed that (a) I was never schizophrenic, ever – and (b) Asperger’s Syndrome is the “best fit” for what I’ve got. And I should point out that my (former, evil) shrink is considered one of the BEST in the L.A. area, although he’s moved out of town now. And he’s willing to admit that the DSM-IV is more of a blunt instrument than the Holy Bible, which makes him a better shrink than most. And yet…he’s still evil. He dumped my case without even telling me directly, the fucking bastard. (I called him today asking for one final session, just to attain “closure”, but I doubt he’ll respond.)
More or less, except they kept up the saline drip for nearly the whole 72 hours. The saline treatment was NOT just dehydration, it was to flush the “keytones” (sp?) from my body. Otherwise…why would they keep it up? Dehydration only requires 1-2 saline drips – I got dozens, constantly and continuously. (And believe me, I felt like a million bucks after the treatment was done!!)
Not a first indicator, but a possible indicator. Indeed, I’m relieved to know that my blood sugar levels were tested very closely and turned out to be normal – diabetes runs in my family, so yeah, it’s something I’m very, very concerned about. (This info comes straight from an ICU doctor I spoke with during my hospitalization.)
Wrong again, my dear. Risperidone is more closely related to the Thorazine / Navane / Haldol family. That’s why it can cause Tardive Dyskinesia whereas Zyprexa does not. BTW, I did take Zyprexa for over a year, and the only MAJOR side effect was that I couldn’t get high from smoking weed anymore. Which meant, the Black Abyss of Depression came back. Which meant, my (former, evil) shrink had the chance to play “Mad Scientist” and add an extra antidepressant to the list – we finally settled on Serzone. But it took several false starts and dead ends (including three secret suicide attempts – CURSE YOU, WELLBUTRIN!) to reach that point. After a year, I simply decided I didn’t need the medication anymore, and quit taking it (or “stepped down” – yes, I was careful.) I can even remember the point when my “mind” came back to what it used to be – thank goodness!! I missed myself!
A few years later, Serzone was taken off the market due to it’s potential to cause “severe liver damage.” Nice, huh???