Thank you so much for bringing up this thread. I know EXACTLY what you're talking about. I thought my brain was detatching from my skull. It felt like my brain was loose from my head.
I also have the tingling thing, but mine is all over my body. Every day and especially at night, it's much worse at night.
I would also hear a "popping sound" in my head every day. The only way I can describe it is like the sound of milk being poured over rice crispies or sizzling bacon. This went on for several months and I finally had an MRI done. It came back fine. Nothing wrong and believe me I thought of hundreds of things it could be. I even asked them if I had a brain tumor would it show up on the MRI. They said absolutely.
A few months later I was sent to a neurologist. I asked the intern if he had ever heard of other people having a "popping" sound in their head. He said yes, but the neurologist came in and did the same tests the intern did.
I asked him about it. He was about 90 years old. He said no, he had never heard of anyone having a "popping" sound in their head.
My hopes were smashed to smithereens!
He said it was headaches and the "popping" sound was psychosis.
He prescribed elavil.
Well, this was exactly the same medication that my physician had prescribed after he did the MRI.
Before the neurologist, my physician had prescribed the same med and I had gone home, hopped online and read about the side effects. Well I called him back and left a message with his nurse that I would not take that medication because the side effects were EXACTLY what was already going on with me.
I've been through so many different horrific meds that I decided that I am going to make the final decision in my medical care. He sent me a letter a week later and told me he would continue my care for one month and that would give me the opportunity to find another doctor - since I wouldn't take the medicine he had prescribed.
Like I cared!
As for the 90 year old neurologist I didn't fill his prescription either. Same med.
I'm not telling anyone not to follow their doctor's advice, but I will tell you this. Only you know how you feel and how fragile your state of mind is at any certain time. YOU have to be the one to make the final decision as to whether the risk is worth it. YOU, because you are the one who will have to go through those side effects and hurry up and wait for relief.
Atleast that was my experience. And apparently many others here too. I know that different meds work different for different people. Heard that hundreds of times now.
I'm saying this because I was afraid it would push me over the edge and that was when I decided that I would make the final decision on what I took.
I've been dealing with this since August of 2004. I've been hospitalized 5 times. Given many different diagnosises. An endless list of meds. They finally decided I have Major Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, Anxiety Disorder and Panic Attacks
I have finally been blessed with a good caring mental health facility. I live in Kansas now, I lived in Va. when it started. I was so ready to give up when I moved to Kansas. I came to be around my family. Thank God for my family.
When I started mental health here I started to turn around and walk out, but I decided to give it one more try since I was already there. My therapist was a Christian. For the first time since this all started I felt hope.
When I saw the psychiatric nurse (she decides meds) She started off with some options of anti-psychiotic meds. I said NO, absolutely not.
To my shock and relief she told me that she would go along with what I felt comfortable with. What a change. I took Zoloft and Konopin. No more anti-psychotics for me.
When I first started with this mental health facility I could not concentrate on anything. All I could do was cringe in fear. Couldn't sleep, eat or sit for very long.
I prayed, I tried to read my bible but couldn't retain anything. I watched tv, but couldn't follow the plot. My mind kept racing. I could only concentrate on what other people said for a few seconds at a time. It was so, so horrible.
Finally that has eased up, but I still run circles in my head trying to figure out what happened to me.
Where did I go? I don't know this person I am now. I seldom go out unless it's to family. I have no friends. I don't go anywhere I don't have to. I bathe infrequently.
I've started sleeping a lot and taking more anti-anxiety meds. I finally told the nurse that I was not doing well, so after 8 months I am being weened from the zoloft to cymbalta. Taking both for the time being. Don't know what that will do, taking both anit-depressants.
I thank God I found this board. Sorry if i've added to anyone's depression or if this doesn't make much sense. My concentration still isn't the greatest. Much better than it used to be.
God Bless
Rhonda
Post Edited By Moderator (Jan Marie) : 1/26/2006 12:38:40 PM (GMT-7)