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Are You An Experimental Lab Rat?
At the age of 17, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. My doctor couldn’t hardly believe it. That was back in 1975. I wasn’t fat, in fact I was almost pure muscle. I was hyper and couldn’t stay still. I had to be doing something all the time.
I felt like I was just like anyone else. According to the blood pressure reading, I was an odd ball. My doctor told me it’s unusual for a 17 year old to have high blood pressure. However, he didn’t just start writing prescriptions then. I told him I was very nervous around doctors and maybe that was what the deal was.
I told him that I haven’t eaten all day either. He suggested that I go eat and come back. Once I got back, instead of instantly putting on the blood pressure cuff, he decided to talk to me a little. I figured he was trying to get me to relax. Well, it worked! My blood pressure was actually lower than normal. Two years later, I decide to enlist to United States Marine Corp. During my examination, my blood pressure reading was high. Same thing happened, I was told to go eat and come back. I passed the examination with flying colors or should I say numbers. Three years later, I decided to drive a truck cross country.
I had to pass a “D.” examination. “Basically a physical.” Again, my blood pressure was high and instead of the doctor listening to my back ground of what has happened before, he started writing a prescription for “Inderol”. Oh yes, I was placed on drugs for high blood pressure at age 22. They finally got me. I am now part of the “legal druggies of America”. My doctor did not tell me that I would have side affects to the drug.
It apparently didn’t matter to him. I suppose side affects can also be treated which most of my experience now tell me that this happens a lot. The next time I went to see this doctor was around 2 weeks later. The nurse instantly grabs the blood pressure cuff and starts pumping away. After she takes the reading, she acts like it’s suppose to be some sort of secret. She doesn’t tell me what it was or anything. She hardly even spoke to me. I bet she hated her job. At this point I felt like a lab rat. The feeling got stronger when the doctor came in and told me the results.
The first thing the doctor does is look at the chart. He reads the blood pressure reading and tells me he’s going to up the medicine. This routine went on for about 3 months till I was taking enough drugs to kill a small child. I believe I was taking “160 mg or inderol”, “80 mg of Inderide” and “40 mg of elevil”. I may add that even after taking all these drugs, the blood pressure reading was still elevated while in the doctors office. I told the doctor that I bought me a blood pressure cuff of my own. I felt like I was taking drugs for no reason. I complained about my sexual inadequacies. I also thought after previous complaints that I’d better shut up because this doctor was not about to take drugs away.
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