• SatyrSack@lemmy.one
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    2 months ago

    Didn’t we have a big kerfuffle over humans consuming horse medication years back?

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      2 months ago

      I personally know someone that still brings it up every time anyone mentions anything related to not feeling well. It is very much not in the past.

      • jubilationtcornpone@sh.itjust.works
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        2 months ago

        “Probably have COVID. I’m gonna go take some Ivermectin.”

        Words spoken by people who prefer to get their “healthcare” from the same place you can buy pet food, garden tools, and candy by the pound instead of an actual doctor.

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      2 months ago

      Fun Little Story.

      I’m not big on the whole internet thing so I didn’t know about the whole Ivermectin thing until way later.

      Around the time that craze was really I was hospitalized for what turned out to be a tropical parasite (strongyloides) which the only place I had gone was deep in the mountains in a cold region so it was a big shocker when the test came back.

      They told me I needed Ivermectin and they were just waiting for approval, all the while I’m almost certain I’m dying, agonizing pain, at this point I was throwing up blood.

      After a while of “waiting for approval” I couldn’t take it anymore, like 2 weeks had passed and all they were doing was pumping me with morphine, which as a recovering addict I loved in the worst way. So I left the hospital I was at and went to another one. Went into the ER and told them the whole shibang, tropical parasite, I was told I need Ivermectin etc. And the second hospital basically told me to fuck off.

      Out of frustration I gave up, I called the first hospital and asked if they got approval and they said they were still waiting and would call me back.

      So I went home and basically waited to die, taking basically any opiod I could get my hands on. My neighbor who got me some stuff hung out with me one night and I told her the story, later on she brought me more stuff only this time she had ‘something else’ for me. I didn’t question it, just popped it back, never thought about it again until recently.

      I still don’t know what it was but I ended up recovering, the pills were harder to kick but I did it.

      I don’t know why the first hospital was so hesitant to give me the medication, if they didn’t have it or were worried about how it would look prescribing it. But fuck that place.

      I do wonder if they’re still in there and I’ll just drop dead one day but I’m off medicade now so doctor visits are out of the question.