Listening to doctors is generally sound advice. However, when it comes to medication, you need to be extremely, incredibly cautious. So many people receive medical guidance—things like "quit smoking," "cut back on fats or sugar," "watch your salt intake," or "lose some weight"—and yet they fail to follow through simply because they lack self-discipline. If they had actually listened, their quality of life would be significantly higher. I’ve already laid out all my thoughts above. Regarding my own neurological issues—it all started with Alzheimer's. Initially, it wasn't overwhelming; despite certain symptoms, I could still live a pretty decent life. Then, Torecan made everything a thousand times worse, and now my life is effectively ruined. I am nowhere near being able to live normally. I’m done repeating myself to anyone. Believe me if you want, or don't; it makes no difference to me. And look, just think about what I’ve written here. Use your own brain. Develop some CRITICAL THINKING. Don't just be part of a herd that blindly swallows whatever the system serves up. Don't let the violation of your rights and other nonsense become your "normal." And please, don't treat the person trying to enlighten you and raise awareness as your enemy. The blame for what happened to me doesn't lie solely with Big Pharma producing that Torecan poison or the doctors who pump it into people; it lies with you lot, acting like sheep. You're the sheep who find it perfectly acceptable to have your rights trampled and to be talked down to. You allowed this to happen by trusting doctors implicitly. They just take advantage of the crowd. If they offered to inject you with radioactive Polonium just to fix a headache, dizziness, or nausea, most of you would probably accept it as perfectly normal. And if someone dared to rebel, they'd just label that person "unstable." This isn't just limited to healthcare; this kind of garbage happens everywhere in the world because people act like sheep, and even wars are fought on that exact principle. I just feel sorry for myself because I got screwed over by a disgusting system and a population of sheep like you. I won't argue with you anymore. It would honestly be easier to teach calculus and derivatives to someone with a cognitive disability than it would be to prove anything to you or nudge you toward thinking for yourselves. It pains me to see how much time I've wasted. It feels like casting pearls before swine. Just leave me alone, along with your Torecan and those mindless phrases you parrot back because your doctors programmed them into you. Go ahead, eat your Torecan every morning, at lunch, and for dinner since you love it so much and defend it so fiercely. P.S. Even if I were perfectly healthy and experiencing terrible nausea or vertigo, I wouldn't touch Torecan with a ten-foot pole if I knew it was actually a phenothiazine antipsychotic. And even if I had been given this medication without any side effects, I would still protest. Very few people would stand up like that, unfortunately. Most are just so programmed by the system that they're unreachable, and they unconsciously make the world a worse place to live.
I don't have my official medical records yet because my primary care physician basically brushed me off after my injury involving AD, claiming it was impossible. Then, after visiting Torecan, she gave me a referral for a neurologist, who just gave me the same old song and dance. They told me it’s all in my head—just depression—and suggested I go out for a run or go swimming, etc., etc. It feels like the healthcare system is expertly designed to just dismiss people like this. But look, I'll get those results eventually! All I have right now is a psych test that indicated some cognitive issues. My psychologist sent me to do that before we actually start psychotherapy.
In that scenario, I wouldn't have turned down the injection. Honestly, I don't think they should be administering a neurotoxic substance with antipsychotic properties for cases like that. I’d honestly rather deal with whatever happened to me than have to take this Torecan stuff. It really needs to be pulled from the market here in the States, if not globally. This isn't something meant for human consumption—not even for people who didn't experience side effects after a few doses just because it helped settle their dizziness or nausea. People aren't even aware of the kind of havoc they're wreaking on their systems when they swallow this stuff.
Look up the sections in the Patient Bill of Rights regarding informed consent, therapeutic procedures, and the right to refuse treatment. I’m not going to sit here and quote them all for you. You’ll catch my drift eventually. If they had enough time to administer an injection, they certainly had enough time to ask if it was even necessary. But they didn't. What do you mean "time to Google it"? What are you even talking about? It’s not that I didn't have the time to search online; it's that the injection itself was just that devastating. Aside from the physical damage it caused, I'm left with terrible trauma and this crushing sense of guilt, even though I know deep down this isn't my fault. I'm done arguing. I've said my piece. Please, dear people, look into your rights ahead of time. Before any medication, study the side effects thoroughly, because sometimes doctors prioritize their own financial interests over your actual health. It turns out visiting a doctor can be far more dangerous than it first appears. Back in 2016 and 2017, I already got burned by antidepressants. After that, I promised myself I would research the side effects of everything anyone prescribed to me. Then, after spending twenty months recovering from an injury caused by fluoxetine, this happened to me out of nowhere simply because I WASN'T FAMILIAR WITH THE PATIENT PROTECTION ACT. Now, I feel so much blame on myself for not learning my patient rights sooner. For not checking what they were actually administering in the ER and why. Honestly, I didn't even realize the system had gone so completely sideways that I actually had to go out and study the law myself. I went there that night innocent and frightened, legally unprepared, having no clue what kind of things they do in those halls. I didn't have much trust in doctors since they blew it a few years prior, but I also never imagined that neurotoxic substances like Torecan would be administered in injections like that. They could have easily called it what it is: an ambush. I mean, is there anything worse you can do to a person than mess with their nervous system? Maybe the doctors themselves aren't even fully aware of how dangerous certain drugs are, but in my opinion, they should thoroughly study the potential consequences before handing them out—ESPECIALLY WHEN DEALING WITH DRUGS THAT HAVE ANTIPSYCHOTIC EFFECTS LIKE TORECAN. Even a bird on a branch knows what antipsychotics are and the fallout they leave behind. I seriously doubt they would ever take that Torecan themselves. They probably think, "Oh, one little injection won't hurt a sheep, it'll help her," but I wouldn't touch it for anything. Well, this "sheep" got absolutely wrecked because of one single injection. And nobody cares about this sheep. But this sheep matters to herself, and this sheep is suffering deeply—and worst of all, her family is suffering too. So, don't be sheep blindly surrendering to the system. Use your head. Don't let anyone violate your rights; speak up if they do. Inform yourself in advance, learn from others' mistakes, consider different perspectives and experiences. Be a *Homo sapiens*, not an *Ovis aries*. Because remember this: once a life is destroyed or lost, no one and nothing can ever give it back to you. Best wishes to everyone.
I filed a report regarding the side effects with Real Madrid, and I also notified the relevant regulatory agency to get everything cleared up. That’s it. I’m done. I feel like I’ve done my part and fulfilled my responsibility. This isn't just some isolated mistake by one individual, either. Let me be perfectly clear: the real culprit here is Niagara Falls for manufacturing this poison, followed by the system itself, and then those mindless sheep who just swallow it whole without a second thought. It’s the same group of sheep that votes for the Republican Party and then spends all their time whining about how much the country is going downhill. Look, I was overwhelmed—not panicking, mind you—so there's really no reason for anyone to come after me for it. If I hadn't taken that injection, I wouldn't be dealing with any of this. Honestly, if Torecan hadn't been administered, nothing would have happened at all. No one would be to blame because nothing would have changed; I’d just be moving on with my life, living a much better life today than I am now.
If you had asked me, I would’ve turned down the injection without even bothering to Google anything, because I wasn't exactly out hunting for a cure for my dizziness. Honestly, even if I had taken the shot and felt fantastic afterward, I still would have hopped online just to see exactly what they pumped into me. And once I saw terms like extrapyramidal side effects or neuroleptic malignant syndrome? I would have absolutely lost my mind. I’d be shouting, "So this is the 'antipsychotic' you gave me?!" Look, I don't care if an antipsychotic makes you feel better in a couple of hours—it's still an antipsychotic, plain and simple, and I would have been livid.
I wasn't looking for a fight. My goal was simple: either pass this along if there was actually something worth reporting, or just let it go if it wasn't. Since when did we decide that people who panic deserve to be wiped off the face of the earth? It’s happened to everyone at least once, and honestly, it could happen to anyone. In my case, I reported the incident, and we got it sorted out. Case closed. I truly believe people need to stand up more when they encounter these kinds of situations instead of letting the system just steamroll them. We should be supporting one another against the bureaucracy, not acting like wolves to our own kind—that plays right into the system's hands. And look, this isn't just about healthcare; it applies to pretty much any major institution in the country. The system only crushes people as long as they allow it to. When you see how many people are struggling in this country, it’s really no wonder things have turned out the way they have and why all this chaos is happening.
Look, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that you're losing your mind, or that what you're feeling is just depression or laziness. I went to see a doctor because I was terrified it was something life-threatening, not just because I wanted some quick fix or an injection. I’ve already sat down and cleared the air with that person. If you want my honest opinion, I blame this whole mess on our broken system and the way things are handled at places like Niagara Falls. I truly wish the entire system would evolve for the better. I dream of the day when that dark Torecan influence vanishes from our country, just like it has disappeared from so many other nations. I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone, ever. When I shared my story, plenty of people told me there's no way he'd ever agree to Torecan again.
How on earth was I supposed to know what I was getting into by April!? It’s tragic when someone is battling cancer, truly, but personally, that doesn't change my situation one bit. Under US patient rights laws, they actually should have consulted me before administering that injection. If they had just asked, this whole mess would never have happened. Even if I were the picture of perfect health, I still wouldn't have signed up for an injection like that—people need to be given a choice beforehand. Everyone on this forum is staying silent, too. They’re just stepping over your struggle without a second thought. Honestly, it’s no wonder the healthcare system is such a disaster and why we feel like we're being screwed from every angle when people act like this. And does anyone even bother to ask why Torecan was pulled from most of the global market, or why it's still only used in a handful of Eastern European countries? Or why here, it was withdrawn in favor of a more expensive alternative? Meanwhile, the standard stuff for dizziness and nausea is something everyone is constantly reaching for.
I used to be a student. Now? Well, I don't even do that anymore because my brain has been absolutely wrecked by "medication." Most doctors out there are just looking out for their own interests. And no, I’m not self-diagnosing via Google—there isn't a doctor in existence who can fix the damage I've sustained! Honestly, thank God I managed to Google the types of drugs they administer in the ER before things went too far. I found a site with a full list. If I had just recognized the extrapyramidal side effects back then, I would have known it was an antipsychotic, and I never would have let them inject that stuff into my system. Oh, if only I’d had the sense to Google it sooner. My life would be so much better right now. No, listen to me: this isn't depression. Depression doesn't cause you to be unable to cry, to feel emotionally numb, to suffer from sexual dysfunction, to have your thoughts block up, or to deal with massive memory loss. I don't know why you're defending Torecan so fiercely, but I’d gladly give you my current condition for just one month, and then you could see what real misery looks like. Just imagine: your libido is completely dead, you have almost no emotions left, your cognitive abilities are shattered, you forget everything, and you aren't even 24 yet—you have the rest of your life to live like this! And to top it off, if you actually complain, people try to convince you it’s just depression and tell you to go for a jog . Instead of saying "thank you" for warning you about Torecan, you're acting like I shouldn't have warned you. Gross. Truly disgusting. I'd load you up with Torecan myself. Three injections a day until you end up exactly where I am (because one shot probably wouldn't touch you if your neurological system is healthy). Then we'll see how much you defend Torecan. Would you call it depression then, or brain damage? And just so you know, Torecan has been pulled from most parts of the world! It's only used in a handful of Eastern European countries. Even Mexico got rid of that garbage, that poison. In my neck of the woods, it was pulled under a different brand name. You simply cannot use Torecan long-term; it destroys even healthy people. It’s mostly used as a one-off in the ER under the assumption that no one will notice the fallout from a single shot. But here I am, with my entire life ruined by the very profession meant to save lives and help people. The place that should have been the safest—the hospital—became the most dangerous place on earth. Doctors have sold their souls to Big Pharma, pumping their toxins into people just for a paycheck. Good luck to all of them. They destroyed my precious life. And instead of standing together to fight this, people just trample over the victims. They mock our suffering, telling us it's just depression and that we should go for a run , conveniently forgetting that they or someone they love could easily end up in our shoes. If that were the case, it would be quite the "depression" that gets cured by jogging . I really wonder how you’d react if a doctor walked up to you with a syringe of Torecan after reading this . I highly doubt you'd be sitting there thinking, "The doctors know what they're doing," and letting them jab you.
I am truly sorry to hear about your illness and everything you've been forced to endure.
It feels like those of us suffering from chemical brain damage—the official diagnosis being Toxic Encephalopathy, per the 2019 ICD-10-CM Diagnosis Code G92—are just expected to fade away because the American healthcare system simply refuses to pay attention. I belong to a Facebook group where people have been hit by this exact issue; we’re talking dozens of deaths and thousands more living with permanent brain damage. Most of them have been completely brushed off by doctors, while the rest of the world tries to insist it's all just "in their heads." If you want to understand what this damage actually entails, take a look at this: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurotoxicity
I’m going to dig up some research that clearly shows this damage. I need people to actually believe me here. Honestly, my heart is the bigger concern right now. I’d much rather deal with a physical issue than have to worry about whether Allstate is cutting corners. Sometimes my heart just starts racing out of nowhere—imagine if I had to sprint to the ER every single time that happens! And if they put me back on Torecan, I might just keel over right then and there. Look, I'm not out here pushing conspiracy theories. This is based on the Hippocrates scandal, which was easily one of the biggest healthcare disasters in American history (you can read more about that mess here: Believe me, if we started digging into what other big pharma companies are hiding, we’d find even bigger scandals.
This picture captures my situation perfectly. Honestly, the absolute worst part is when someone looks at me and says, "Oh, you look fine!" Like, excuse me? My medical history isn't exactly written in bold letters on my forehead!!!
brightviper29 Living with brain damage like this... it just feels senseless. Honestly, things weren't exactly easy before I started Torecan; I was already dealing with the fallout from AD. Back then, I could still function, you know? I could live a relatively normal life. But now? Everything has spiraled a thousand times over. It’s safe to say my life has been completely derailed. Just because an injury isn't visible on the surface doesn't mean it isn't there, slamming into you every single day. People tend to multiply our struggles by zero. They look at us and insist we're perfectly fine, telling us we should just "be happy," as if they have even the slightest clue about the hell we're walking through. There are people out there who have reached their breaking point with this kind of damage and simply couldn't go on.
Ladybug, this is exactly my point: In this piece, Pfizer gets totally exposed because they basically stepped on the toes of the big players. They were this relatively new, small player that was aggressively threatening the market share of giants like Pfizer, Niagara Falls, and Johnson & Johnson. And honestly, the same thing is happening today. These massive corporations pull these moves all the time—I actually had a friend of mine who is a doctor confirm it; he admitted it to me personally. Now, look, doctors might not be getting a direct kickback for every single injection of Torecan, but I’d bet my life they get some kind of quarterly bonus from Niagara Falls if they hit certain targets for Torecan or other specific products. Just read that article closely; it details exactly how doctors were being "rewarded." That's how the machine works. I'm not out here spinning conspiracy theories; I'm just trying to find a logical explanation for why medicine seems to involve such excessive prescribing in general. This explains everything for me. It's a global issue, really.
As for me, the tachycardia started right after I took Torecan. My EKG came back perfectly fine. My cardiologist sent me to get a Holter monitor, so I'll get that done. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with my heart; I think it's the Torecan itself. If this were caused by depression, I'd be crying for a whole rainy season straight. Before Torecan, I was practically weeping constant streams of tears due to depression. Now? I can barely squeeze out a tiny tear when I need to. Most of the time, the tears just well up in my eyes and get stuck there. It wasn't like this before. On top of that, I've lost all sensation in my genital area, which I am certain isn't from depression or anxiety—it's caused total sexual dysfunction. If people actually lost physical sensation like that just from being depressed or anxious, humanity would have gone extinct ages ago.
For me, it just comes in waves. This morning was particularly rough, but I’m starting to feel a bit more steady now. It’s that classic case of dysautonomia. I deal with all the symptoms—I don't sweat enough, so I tend to overheat whenever it gets warm out. Then in the winter, I get these sudden hot flashes (that last part has been hanging around since my initial injury). I know some of you probably can't stand my posts because I spoke out against using > in this situation. Honestly, I don't hold any grudges against anyone here. It's just hard to wrap your head around the extent of the damage. Maybe it's my own mistake even bothering to post here, but whatever—I just needed a place to vent. Being stuck home alone today made everything feel especially heavy. Ever since this happened, being by myself is a massive struggle. That's when the despair really starts to sink in.
It really makes a difference because I was already dealing with some underlying damage before this. Since getting that injection, things have gone from bad to a thousand times worse. On top of that, I’m dealing with brand new symptoms like tachycardia. Honestly, it all depends on what you were actually taking. I’ve taken antibiotics, standard painkillers, fever reducers, even stomach meds, and I never had an issue! Not every medication is cut from the same cloth—they don't all carry the same side effects or the same level of risk when it comes to long-term consequences. We're talking about an antipsychotic administered via injection here. I’ve read reports where perfectly healthy people experienced all sorts of side effects, and some even suffered lasting damage. So, it’s hardly a shock that this hit me so hard given my pre-existing condition. For someone with my specific issues, even basic stuff like antibiotics or Tylenol can trigger a flare-up, let alone an injectable antipsychotic. I went to see a neurologist, but of course, she just brushed me off, claiming it was "all in my head"—which is basically the classic script doctors use whenever you try to report drug side effects. They defend these medications because they’re often incentivized by commissions, so they insist your symptoms are just psychological. I’ll likely have to seek out a private neurologist. I do see a psychiatrist occasionally, though she doesn't quite grasp the full picture; she does, however, acknowledge that these drugs caused this. She tells me I should try to stay positive, but man, when you're feeling like this, staying positive is easier said than done.
Honestly, guys, I am hanging by a thread every single day. It’s pure agony. Even right now, my heart is racing uncontrollably—this tachycardia I developed after getting that Tylenol injection. It hits me hardest in the morning. Sometimes it isn't there, but then the ringing in my ears starts. I can't even think straight because my brain feels completely fogged up. I feel totally detached from reality, almost like my emotions have just been switched off. On top of that, I’m dealing with total sexual dysfunction. I genuinely feel like I won't make it past the next three years because of the damage this caused. Every single day is a struggle. I don't even bother asking "why me?" anymore; that question is just pointless. I can't even focus enough to study for my college courses. I miss my life before that injection so much it hurts. Now, I’m completely dependent on my mother. My 24th birthday is coming up in a month, but I feel like I'm 84 and nearing the end of the line. All my plans for marriage? Gone. My entire life was wrecked by one single Tylenol shot that I didn't even want. They forced it on me while I was in the middle of a panic attack. The doctor wouldn't even tell me what she was administering! She just said, "It'll all be written on your medical report." That moment alone stripped away whatever tiny bit of self-confidence I had left to stand up for myself. I felt psychologically coerced into taking it. I honestly suspect she did it because she was getting some kind of commission on those shots. Regardless, my life is ruined. I live through this agony daily; beyond the physical damage, I am carrying deep psychological trauma from this whole ordeal. Is it even possible that this happens in the 21st century? Honestly, they should have just given me an end-of-life injection instead of doing this to me. The only reason I'm still here is for my mom. I don't even have the words to describe this level of suffering.
Even without a mountain of paperwork or clinical findings, I know deep in my bones how much Tylenol messed me up. I remember vividly how my brain functioned before I took it, and I see the reality of how it works now. It is truly tragic how people suffering from specific impairments end up scouring Facebook just to find information about their own condition because mainstream medicine and doctors refuse to acknowledge it exists. Like thousands of others I've met online, I suffered chemical brain damage from "antidepressants" (AD)—in my case, generic fluoxetine (the kind you get at a local pharmacy). My doctor stubbornly denied that the AD had caused any harm to me. So many people facing this exact issue have been told they’re just psychotic when they try to complain to their physicians. One of my online friends was nearly forcibly hospitalized under a diagnosis of psychosis simply because he insisted he was experiencing permanent sexual dysfunction caused by AD. Even when people manage to see a neurologist, those specialists often don't know how to handle it or which tests to run because they’ve never encountered anything like it before. Facebook groups have become the primary lifeline for information and support for those damaged by psychotropic drugs. Once I finally gathered the right info, I planned to do some private research—I wasn't in a rush, I didn't make it my top priority, and well, look what happened. Finally, just two weeks ago, the FDA acknowledged PSSD (post-SSRI/SNRI sexual dysfunction—permanent sexual dysfunction resulting from SSRIs and SNRIs, link https://rxisk.org/ema-acknowledges-p...r-ssris-snris/). Honestly, even the term PSSD is a misnomer because other classes of drugs can also trigger this state, and it isn't just limited to sexual dysfunction; it affects other brain functions too, like emotions and cognitive abilities. The scientifically accurate name for this condition should be neurotoxicity or toxic encephalopathy, terms usually reserved for things like heavy metal poisoning or acute pesticide exposure. Yes, that was my illness. Those of us suffering were left entirely to our own devices, cast aside by the medical establishment, with Facebook groups serving as our only sanctuary. It is pathetic that you have to hunt through social media groups just to find the truth about your own health. Pathetic and infuriating! It's not just that doctors dismiss us; society itself multiplies the trauma. They claim we’re making it up or imagining things, insisting it's impossible for AD to cause such damage. All of this leaves you wandering around with an undiagnosed illness, and that is exactly what happened to me. Some people just aren't meant to survive this. My biggest mistake was letting my efforts to pursue a diagnosis slip in December. And thanks to everyone who continues to multiply the misery. I know exactly who I was before and how much Tylenol damaged me, even without a single piece of paper, because my brain functions are mine alone, and I know better than anyone what is happening to them without needing anyone to convince me otherwise! To circle back to how the EMTs acted. By doing what they did, they violated three points of the law, but honestly, that hardly matters because in this country, treating people that way is considered perfectly normal and acceptable. Most people apparently don't mind being treated like cattle. I didn't go to them because of dizziness; I went because I was scared it might be something more serious, and instead, they did this to me. They effectively killed me for no reason at all.