About Me

I’m a 42 yr old female who innocently started taking Mirapex for Restless Leg Syndrome. Within less than six weeks of starting Mirapex I blindly began a compulsion and an obsession with going to the casino. With that first trip of which many, many more were to come, little did I know the possibility one of this drugs serious side effects could have outright destroyed me. My issue with Mirapex is not that there are serious side effects – my issue is I had a right to be informed of ALL the potential side effects they KNEW about.

10/14/09

Think this is called venting...

The other day I asked the boyfriend to use his skills of advocacy (that he is so gifted in, and his passion about whatever he is seeking justice for generally produces profound results) - to apply this to finding me an attorney who will take my case. “Get pissed off for me, for us… this was so wrong what happened…blah, blah, blah…” He says to me, (which I found a little interesting as our roles where SO reversed here)… “ It happened, its done, now lets just move on…learn from it…” I was like - “WHAT! What about what you felt when this happened or that happened, what did MY behavior do to YOU??? What did this drug do to me???” I think he knows that fighting a drug company is pretty much a losing battle – why waste your energy. Well if I decide to make this more about a fight for justice verses just recovering - looks like I’m on my own here : ( This ALL was SO wrong.

Work. Well, its kinda looking ok at this point…however its not done, my tracks are not covered completely yet…there is a chance that this will be yet another thing to add to my list of what my experience with Mirapex did to my life. A few moments ago I was thinking that without a doubt I would have lost my job had the circumstance been different, AND I still could lose my job today if things align right (or would that be if they don’t align right) in the next few weeks.

So as I’m attempting to dig myself out of a little mess regarding work, my thoughts are – I’m hoping like hell I will get just be able to piece shit together to just “move on and learn from it” and keep my job for as long as I want it. – BUT if this does happen – THAT aint no reality of what this drug did – just because of who I am- just because the company I work for might need to do some readjusting in their thinking about trusting their employees…it ONLY covers up the wickedness of this drug. SO if I am able to be so lucky here to ‘just pick the pieces up of my life” and just be thankful my life wasn’t completely destroyed – what the hell it’s just a year of my life that was lost. Who cares??? Just move the flip on right??

This all could have ended so different for me. I KNOW that there have been other Mirapex victims who haven’t been so lucky (and this is called luck???). My luck is only because of circumstances.

This all is so wrong.

Tomorrow my house goes up for 'whatever' at the sheriffs auction. I’ve owned my home for 10 years. I worked my ass off to get my house and worked my ass off to keep it and now it’s GONE. I worked HARD to get to where I was – I didn’t need Mirapex to throw one more curve ball my way. I innocently went to the doctor to find relief to my RLS. I trusted an industry that I was supposed to have trust in.

Ok I need to get back to writing a paper for school –

huh….think my little tangent here that I went off on was because I was writing about my experience before this nightmare started…

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