Posts by Carl Palmer2

vividsailor7 said:Coaxil is an antidepressant.
Flavamed acts as an expectorant to help clear out mucus, and you don't even need a prescription for it.
Maczin is a macrolide antibiotic.
Given the circumstances, you likely were prescribed Maczin to deal with bronchitis...

Thanks.

I went to see my doctor yesterday, and she diagnosed me with bronchitis. She handed me a slip for some Flavamed to pick up at the pharmacy, though she also mentioned something about Coaxil being ready for me—probably just an automated notification from her system... Anyway, my dad went to the drugstore on my behalf using my insurance card, and he came back with three different medications: Coaxil, Flavamed, and Makcin. When I asked him why there were three, he just shrugged and said he handed over my insurance info and they gave him whatever was on file. It just occurred to me that during our appointment, the doctor noted that according to her computer records, there was an unfilled prescription sitting there from over a year ago. Is it actually possible that this Makcin is an old prescription from way back then? Can things really stay pending for that long...

vividsailor7 said:What was the reason for ordering the EEG?

Dizziness, instability...

EEG

The baseline cerebral activity shows alpha frequencies in the 8-10 Hz range.
The visual block response is well-defined.
There are occasional slow high-voltage waves at 5-6 Hz, reaching up to 75 mV.
No asymmetry or paroxysmal activity was detected.
Responses to provocation methods (HV and IFS) were similar.

Conclusion: The findings are borderline and non-specific.

....... can anyone make sense of this for me?

analogseal322 said:Great topic 🙂

Honestly—I mostly feel that "brokenness" when it comes to my social life, especially during big nights out or large gatherings. That’s when the anxiety kicks in and the fear starts—it's just really hard to unwind. If things get too overwhelming, I just head home. My friends accept it; they don't always totally get it, but they respect it. When it's just a few people—especially close ones—it's much easier to manage. They know what I'm dealing with. During the worst part of it, they really stepped up for me. That acute phase lasted about three months, and it took another six before I could actually laugh again. Luckily, I have people in my corner who understand. But sometimes communication is tough—I tend to retreat into myself and isolate. I'm not as open as I used to be, and making new connections isn't nearly as easy as it once was.

On the flip side, struggling with my mental health has forced me to become a bit more self-focused—in a good way. It pushed me to prioritize my own well-being. It taught me how to say "no," how to admit when I'm struggling, and how to actually voice my feelings. It made me realize that I'm not immune to emotional lows, but also that there's always a way out, no matter how dark things look. When those "dark" phases hit, I know I have to ride them out—and I know exactly what steps I need to take to pull myself through, even if it feels impossible at the moment. Plus, I discovered that painting relaxes me more than anything else—which is funny, because I never could draw a straight line in my life! 😁

I second everything said here.😉