It's a shitty place to whine, but now instead of one answer, they've got a programming shit. . .
It was Russian medicine that made me unviable.
For six months, from unbearable pain, they wrote out non-working shit with a bunch of side effects (okay, at least I could sleep on the tizalud and lie without pain. I only slept for 16 hours, and when I tried to get up I could fall, the rest simply did not help), from this there was a fear that I was terminally ill, and that I would become bad on the street due to side effects, I began to be afraid to go out, then I sat on the bdo in minimal doses, and, bitch, it turned out that you can live like a disease. My hands were working fine. But tolerance naturally increased and when they eventually discharged the gaba (before that, even when they asked or laughed or asked where I know these words from, or said that you do not need such pills for sure, only drug addicts drink them) climbed over already very bad and cardiophobia and fear of being alone were added to previous babes.
Over the past year and a half, credit cards have been collected.
Disability can not get, and so neurodifferent (fucking), and now the fear of doctors that the pulse rises to 180
For some time it was getting better and even worked, but then for personal reasons it became even worse