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I was heavily medicated





                     I was in and out of sleep.I had awaken or that's what I thought. I heard a voice say " Breanna...Bre what is our presidents name" I had to think of course and I said "He's not my president." Again the voice asked again what our presidents name was and I was still groggy and said "He's not my president" Well the lady I heard realized it was not a good question to ask. So then she asked me what was his hair color. I knew what it was but I said grey. That is all I heard as I drifted off back to sleep.

 Ativan, so much ativan. I've never had such a alluring drug. I know it's habit forming so I am glad I was only prescribed it in hospital setting. I was so distressed and I was having a hard time comprehending what really happened to me. I could hear everything going on around me. I couldn't focus on just one thing. I was drowsy to say the least.

                     The pain at times was unbearable. I would get a dose of my pain medication and as I would also get my ativan through my IV.   I was completely miserable at times. They had me on large amounts of salmeterol, which is usually for COPD. This medication made me irate. I remember everything made me mad. I felt bitchy and I knew I was bitchy and I hated it. At times I would go manic and after I got my ativan, it was a break from the pain and time to heal.

                    

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