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Ronnie’s Story part 5…

Ronnie’s Story Part 4

1- west…(Part Three)

The following Saturday, I was already 70 percent detoxed. Little did I know what awaited me that night at the Hospital. Around 10 pm Smithfield Police arrive at my hospital room door. They were there to serve papers on me to have me locked up in the psych ward…

1- west…(Part Two)

By Monday night, I was already taking meds for detox. Wow. I never imagined that it was going to be this bad. By Tuesday morning, the sweats and chills had already begun. Covering myself because I’m freezing, only seconds later to be wet from head to toe. This went on minute by minute. Slowly. One minute was as if it were a thousand.

The Klonopin is in a group of drugs called benzodiazepines (ben-zoe-dye-AZE-eh-peens). Clonazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may become unbalanced and cause anxiety. This was as of no help to me, but I took it anyway. Most all of us there on 1- west, were using Klonopin. Legally, the Hospital here was definately a place for detox, but I did it anyway. I knew there was more in store for me than just a regular medical facility…

Ronnie’s Story Part 3…

1- west…(Part One)

It started that day as usual…time to change the pain patch again. I somehow figued on that Saturday, that I could somehow just quit it. Quit it. Thats all I wanted. And somewhere in there stands normal. Ha. That is a whole chapter in itself. “We’re all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.”-Wavy Gravy. Normal. What is normal?  The one main topic shared amoung us there on those cold floors of 1- west was, “Who really is normal?” No-one  that I know of, is really normal when you define it.

By Sunday, I knew that it was going to be really bad this time. The last resort was Dr. Shahida. Man, how was I going to handle it this time. I knew that it would require medical attention. By Monday the withdrawls were intense. I arrived at the doctor’s office around lunch. I now was ready to face whatever the outcome may be. I went in and sat on the table with Kim, and awaited Dr. Shahida to come to the room. I was first introduced the intern doctor and I explained the whole story. I was ready to quit and I didn’t know how. during the course of the interview I stated a few suicidal tendencies, and in walked Dr. Shahida. I sat a watched a s they began to turn their backs to me and the intern begins explaining the notes she had taken. Once again I repeated the story to Dr. Shahida, and there was nothing less to do than to admit me to Johnston Memorial on that Moday afternoon….

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OK….Here we go..

Well, as many may wonder what this is all about,…

I am a 39 year old male who was diagnosed with Hep C in 2001.

After 6 months of Peg-Intron therapy and many, many years later, I am left with long-term side effects that not one person on this earth knows what it’s like unless they too, are the victims of Schering-Plough’s deadly concoction…

Please scroll down and take a look at ‘Ronnie’s Story’…One of the many vicitms…
Get into the real-life, day-to-day sufferings of just one victim of ‘death by peg’…

If you or someone you know ‘feels the pain’..please get into contact with this blog…

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