So I got off Ziac in 20009. Within 1 month of getting off it, I was losing weight, the swelling in my feet and legs was gone. I felt great for the first time in years. Fast forward to 2013. I went in for a physical. The doctor told me that my blood pressure was a little high and needed controlling. Nope, been there, done that. Well, we have one that is simply a diuretic. It is nothing like what you took before and has none of the same chemicals in it. Really, you need just a simple diuretic. I had no swelling, no shortness of breath, and was losing weight. So like an idiot, I agreed. This time I was put on Triamterene and Hydrochlorothiazide. I started this in December, 2013. By January, 2014, my arms were a mess of oozing and bleeding rash, I was having trouble with irregular heart beat, and tightness in my chest. I delt with this for 4 months. I told myself that it was being in the cold weather. No. It was a more severe reaction the damn meds. So in April I called the doctor. I went in and when he walked into the room, first words out of his mouth were "Oh, you really can't take these meds." So I got off them. The oozing rash did not clear up. I then went to a dermatologist. He gave me a steroid sprat, Topicort, I think. He gave me a sample so I could get started and gave me a prescription to fill. This was on a Monday. I used the spray once. I started having trouble breathing, I started retaining fluid. I called the doctor on Tuesday morning. I told the nurse that this was not working, it was making it worse. She called me back that afternoon after I had picked up the prescription. I had read the literature and it specifically stated not to use it on open wounds. My arms were nothing but open wounds. The nurse told me that he said to double up on the usage. I tried to tell that no that was not the problem. That I was having trouble breathing and packing on fluid. She repeated that the doctor wanted me to use it 4 times a day instead of 2. I quit. This is Tuesday. On Wednesday, I was in real trouble. I called the doctor again. She would get back with me. As Wednesday rocked along, my breathing got worse, my arms kept bleeding and oozing, and the fluid retention was gradually getting worse. By Thursday morning, I was in real trouble. I again called the doctor. She would get back with me. I called my GP. He could see me on Friday at 4pm. So Thursday night I had popped on 25 pounds of fluid, I could hardly breathe. I spent the night sitting up and wrote my son a letter telling him what to do in the event I did not survive. I was afraid to go to the hospital. I was afraid of them killing me. By Friday morning, I was a little better. I could breathe at least. My GP's office called me and told me not to come in, that there was nothing else he could do for me. Talk about a slap in the face. Then on Friday afternoon, the dermatologist's office called. He wanted me to come in on Monday. I have just spent the week from hell and could not get to see a doctor. I went in on Monday, got a statement to return to work, tried to tell the PA about the problems. His answer," Well you should have called us if you were having trouble with the meds." I didn't even bother to answer.
I finally found a dermatologist that treated me as a burn patient and cleared up the mess. I have no faith in the medical profession. I think the majority of the doctors are stupid and practicing medicine dictated by the pharmacy companies. And I think the majority of them should be disbarred. Medicine is not medicine anymore. It is a racket and we are the losers.
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