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Viscount Greenleaf Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 2:30 pm
Today (Saturday 4th of Nov, 2006) ms. Vocalization has started treatment, in accordance with court order # 4446. She is taking pills for her auditory and tactile hallucinations and sleeping problems. We've started her on seroquel, expecting results immediatly. Side effects include (but are not limited to) optical insanity, seeing things that aren't there.
We wish Mali the best of luck. If her behaviour fails to improve, she will be sent to the Happy Home for.. severe treatment. Please don't post here without the patient's permission.
Due to a deterioration in her behaviour, zigeunerweisen` has been sentenced by the court (order #10267) to start tulip treatment on Sunday the 18th of March, 2007. This order was issued after she claiming to be blind. Once again, the Happy Home wishes Mali luck. Please don't post here without the patient's permission.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:07 pm
table of contents
1- mule post
2- table of contents
3- timelime/updates
4- important links
5- seroquel
6- malifer
7- home
8- reserved
9- reserved
10- reserved
11- how it happened
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:10 pm
timeline/updates
out of character events
Saturday 4 November 2006 Recieved syringe.
in character events
Friday 24 November 2006 Quell vanishes and reappears as a cute boy!!<3
Saturday 4 November 2006 Judged unfit to stand trial and placed on Seroquel and under house arrest.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:19 pm
Odds of Seroquel working for all forms of schizophrenia - pretty damn good. Expect to see relief from symptoms within a week or two.
Odds of Seroquel working for bipolar mania - OK, I guess. There aren't many studies out there with Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) as the only med used to treat bipolar disorder. As far as the anecdotal evidence goes, people are reasonably satisfied with this med when it does work for bipolar mania. It does do a good job at boosting an antidepressant's effect on the depression side of things and often can work as a stand-alone mood stabilizer, dealing with both mania and depression, despite being approved to treat only mania. While I think Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) is best suited as an add-on for bipolar disorder where sleep and/or anxiety and/or agitation are secondary issues, I'm just not too big on antipsychotics as monotherapy (i.e. the only med you take) for bipolar disorder. But it does alone work to stabilize a lot of people. If anticonvulsants don't do it for you, Seroquel can be your med in the long run.
Odds of Seroquel working for panic / anxiety disorders - really good. Atypical antipsychotics aren't front-line meds for panic / anxiety, but they work really well for some forms of the disorders. Since Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) is the mildest of the atypical antipsychotics, and is the best at helping you sleep, it's probably the best one in the class to try first for panic / anxiety. Barring any other symptoms that indicate trying one of the others, of course.
Odds of Seroquel working for sleep disorders - dude, if you can't sleep, ask your doctor about Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate). Seriously. AstraZeneca really needs to be doing some heavy clinical trials for a rebranded version to compete with Ambien as a less messed-up sleep aid for the mentally interesting. Not that they will, it's just what they should be doing. Seroquel isn't right for everyone (e.g. people with seizure disorders), but it sure is hell a lot better, and more effective, than other sleep aids for us nut jobs.
Odds of Seroquel working for depression - apparently it's pretty good for depression, but I can't tell yet if it's better for bipolar depression than unipolar depression. It looks like it's OK for unipolar depression, but better for bipolar, schizoaffective and schizophrenic depression.
Even though it's class action lawsuit city with Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) and other atypical antipsychotics these days because of their side effects, the side effects really aren't that bad! But if you're into that sort of thing, we have a page to help you find a lawyer.
For tips on how to cope with these side effects, please see our side effects page. The only proven med-based solution I've found to date for Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) and weight gain is Axid (nizatidine). Everything I have to help lose weight on Seroquel is on the side effects pages.
In addition to the usual short-term side effects for atypical antipsychotics
side effects
Seroquel's Typical Side Effects: Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) is notorious for two things - making you sleep until next Tuesday, and giving you a hangover when you eventually wake up. For 90% or so of the people who take it, the hangover goes away in two or three days, a week at the outside. And if you're taking Seroquel as required for sleep, the hangover often goes away eventually. It all depends on how often you take it. Otherwise expect the usual short-term side effects for atypical antipsychotics - headache, nausea, dry mouth, sleepiness or insomnia, diarrhea or constipation, not giving a damn about anything (a.k.a. the zombification effect). Most, if not all of these will go away in a couple of weeks. Except for the excessive sleepiness, which could hang around for as long as you take this med. The other big issue with a lot of people is weight gain. While not as bad as Zyprexa (olanzapine), like that med Seroquel is a potential triple threat when it comes to weight gain, as it could slow your metabolism, may make you want to sleep 10 or more hours a day, and often make you want to eat more. And since it hits the H1 histamine receptor, and hard, (see How Seroquel Works for details) it's going to make you crave carbohydrates like there's no tomorrow, so good luck sticking to that Atkins diet. But, hey, at least it's the goddamn med's fault and not any lack of willpower on your part.
For tips on how to cope with these side effects, please see our side effects page. Like Zyprexa (olanzapine) the only med-based solution for the weight issue is Axid (nizatidine). Everything I have on that is on the side effects pages.
These aren't all the side effects possible, just the most popular ones.
Seroquel's Not So Common Side Effects: Diabetes. Manic reaction (Hey, the evidence is mounting that it's a fairly decent antidepressant amongst the bipolar and schizoaffective, so you've got to expect this sort of thing.) Muscle aches and pains. Getting all sweaty for no good reason. Tremor. Irregular heart beat and prolonged QT interval (whatever the hell that means, ask your doctor). While the sexual dysfunctions aren't as bad as Risperdal (risperidone) or Zyprexa (olanzapine), they can still happen. Like any antipsychotic there is a slight, but real risk for extrapyramidal symptoms (EPS), tardive dyskenesia, and neuroleptic malignant syndrome (NMS). Please see the page on these risks. Seroquel (quetiapine fumarate) tests as having one of the lowest risks for EPS and TD and has been used to treat people with TD.
These may or may not happen to you don't, so don't be surprised one way or the other.
Seroquel's Freaky Rare Side Effects: Infanticide (Tragic case of a mother having a psychotic episode and using her Seroquel in a really nasty way.) Completely eating someone's blood. Priapism (i.e. the never-ending hard-on) from an overdose. Kids, don't try this at home as a Cialis substitute The PI sheet also lists "bone pain" and "abnormal ejaculation" so I'd be especially careful about taking too much to stay hard.
You aren't going to get these. I promise.
Seroquel
tulips
This was delivered to Alethea by courier. Who in the world would give her such nice-smelling flowers when she is so dour?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:37 pm
malifer
name Malifer Cullen
name in her mother's bible Alyssa M Cullen
age 16
gender female
family mother, karen cullen nee hareth
father, micheal cullen
sister, mare cullen
sister, eden cullen
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 3:52 pm
Well, this is not pleasant.
I mean, you're not supposed to do well on your first driver's test. I think I kind of overdid it, though. You're not stupposed to kill people, either.
Point: Being sixteen apparently seems to deprive you of the right to be treated like an intelligent adult, or even an intelligent child.
Point: Apparently, to imulate means to put someone in a cave and roll a rock in front of the entrance.
Point: My head hurts.
For once, the voices made sense.
Most curious.
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It had been going so well, in Malifer's opinion. She had made five hours of the drive; just an hour and she'd be home, the triumphant holder of a student driver's license. She always stopped in the correct distance from the car in front of her at signs and lights; she never went more than five miles over the speed limit. And she wasn't breaking sound pollution laws with her music.
Plus, her voices were being quiet. Perhaps they'd decided this was important enough not to bother her about. Or else she was just concentrating too hard to hear their usual snide comments. She really, really didn't want to screw this up.
The steering wheel felt slimy.
She looked down at it, blinking slowly. It looked normal, so she ignored it, looking back up at the road ahead. Her voices roared out, all at once; she closed her eyes quickly to close the words away. When she opened them, there was a car a foot from her front bumper. She slammed on the brakes, turning as quick as she could, but the other car was too close. There was no avoiding this collison. Malifer slammed into it at fifty-seven miles an hour, her head rushing forward into the steering wheel.
Unconsciousness was immediate.
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When she woke up, she was laying down. Her forehead was a mass of itching. She moved to feel at her forehead- why was it itching? Her arms didn't move. This isn't right.
You bet it isn't, honey. You've ******** up this time!
"Shut up," she mumbled, clenching her hands experimentally. One closed, and she felt the nails biting into her palm. The other got stuck halfway there; her nails barely brushed the body of her hand. She rolled one shoulder, then the other, sitting up slowly. She was on one of those hospital beds, all sterile white sheets and tough matresses. "Hello?" she said, her voice uncertain as she gazed around the room blankly. There was a line of windows with a view to a dreary, snowy lawn, and a leafless tree. Hunh? It was summer, wasn't it? She blinked at her reflection slowly, absorbing it. Why would she have a scar on her forehead?
The door opened creakily. Malifer sat up in her bed, only to be stopped halfway up with a heavy headache. She fell back, peering at the newcomer through a half-open eye. "So you're awake?" It was a woman in a white lab coat, and the brunette blurted out the first thing she thought of.
"I'm not insane," she nearly shouted, glaring and sitting up halfway again. Oh, she hated psychologists...
The woman looked amused as she bustled over to fix up the pillows so Malifer could sit comfortably. "I never said you were. I'm just here to check on you. You've been in a coma for almost six months. Your whole trial is almost over. They were in quite a hurry, you see, dear." She paused, bustling about. There was an IV that she investigated, never losing that amused smile even as Malifer gaped. She seemed to decide all things mechanical were in order, then moved on to checking her patient's vital signs.
"My trial?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
The woman looked up, smiling benevolently. "You killed someone, dear. Five hours into your driving exam." This news didn't seem to bother her. "You got distracted and ran a red light, then crashed into a Leia Nolan's car. She died on impact. That'll be a mitigating factor, and with your little problem causing it-"
Malifer blinked. "My... little problem." Oh no.
Oh, yes. heart
"Oh, yes," the woman readily agreed, not knowing she echoed Malifer's voices. "Your schizophrenia! You see and hear things, yes? Your parents are trying for an acquittal based on an insanity defense." The brunette shook her head slowly.
"They promised they'd never tell," she said blankly, staring. "Not without asking me, at least."
"Well, you were in a coma, my dear. You weren't exactly available for the asking, and there wasn't exactly any pleading not guilty. There were at least thirty witnesses!"
Malifer sighed. She could see her whole life crashing down around her ears. I hate you, she thought fiercely at her whole host of voices. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you and if you could die I wish you would.
Fat chance.
But we love you, Mali. That's why we only talk to you. heart
It's a privilege to hear us.
Right. Let me just open up a freak show to celebrate how weird I am. She started as the door shut on the woman's kind, "I'll tell you the verdict, love."
"How stupid am I? Talking to voices that don't even exist." Her voice echoed in the empty room, and Mali spent a moment in awe at exactly how few people appeared to have visited her. Well, a nearly-dead unmoving body wouldn't be nearly as a trial for death by auto, would it? As much sense as that made. She would've gone to the trial, too, if she'd been conscious...
She sighed, settling into the piled pillows and closing her eyes. I wish Mama had brought me Bear, she thought wearily as she fell back to sleep.
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"Needles?" She was in panic mode. "Why does it have to be needles?!" Mare's lavender eyes had grown huge with the advent of this. If she didn't accept the fact that she was insane, get on a drug- Seroquel or something- that required NEEDLES, oh how she hated needles, she would go to jail. Her parents, ever so loving, had gotten the supply of Seroquel and enough syringes to keep the most ardent crack addict in hypodermics for months. And now the nurse- whose name, she had learned, was Wendy- was smiling and holding up a syringe full of some disturbing orange liquid. "Please, can't it be something else? But not needles!"
Mali, Mali. Calm down, it's just a little p***k and then you're done! heart
Admittedly, if it were I, I would be screaming and throwing chairs. But it's probably a bad thing for you to do.
Yes, screaming does sound quite good.
Don't encourage her. heart
"Don't worry, love, it's just a little p***k and then you're done for a whole twenty-four hours! Once a day, that's okay, right?" Wendy was disturbingly cheerful as she approached. Malifer was shaking like a leaf, eyeing both the nurse and the syringe with equal suspiscion. Once, when she was six and her parents were getting her blood drawn, she held off two full grown nurses and her mother... Could she maybe do it again?
Just endure, love. heart
She held out her arm and gritted her teeth, then screamed when she felt as if she were being burned. The nurse wasn't within arm's reach of her, but she certainly stepped back quickly enough as Mali cradled her burned arm. After a moment, she straightened her leg and stared at her arm.
There was nothing on it.
So she extended the arm once more, waiting for Wendy to hurry up and get it over with. A quick pinch, and it was over, and the nurse was smiling beatifically. "See, it wasn't so bad."
Malifer opened her mouth to say something rude to her, but the words came out as incomprehensible mush as she fell backwards into sleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:59 am
journal entry: seroquel
Dear Diary-
Okay. So some really, really ******** up s**t has happened in my life. There was the birthday cake disaster when I was six, when I somehow got a squirrel into Oncle Adam's cake. When I was eleven, I nearly fell out of a roller coaster because somehow my harness became unbuckled. When I was twelve, I started to hear voices.
Now, I've gone and killed somebody.
And I have such. a headache. It's this new medicine Mother and Father have me on, so I don't have to go to jail. They pled insanity, without even consulting me, so now my little iniquities are a matter of public record. Good-bye, scholarships, right? Hehe.
Anyway, it's needles... every day... from now until they judge me not-insane-anymore. Let me tell you, I would be happy if I stopped thinking my arm was burning, or freezing, or the air was slimy, but I'd kind of miss my voices. But whatever.
Malifer
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 3:57 pm
Ah, music. The only real joy left in her life.
Not that she'd tried recently to have any significant joy in her life. She was just laying on her bed- neatly made, thanks to her lethargy and unwillingness to lay on a messy bed- staring at the ceiling moodily, following invisible shadows with her eyes. "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas was playing on her stereo, and someone in her head- it sounded like Pink, but he wasn't a Kansas fan, like Gold was- was singing along.
"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest;
Don't you cry no more."
It really was a very interesting song, it was just... well... she didn't care. It was weird... but it wasn't like she cared to investigate... staring at the ceiling and brooding was ever so stressful, and
"Holy. s**t."
There was a mirror, a gray mirror, on her ceiling. The words of surprise were all she could muster, though; she just didn't feel much more than a very faint... something. It must be that zombification side effect she'd read about. It was funny, none of the side effects had mentioned seeing things, except for this site called "The Happy Home of Gaia".
That kind of paled in front of the gray mirror with the person in it. It was nothing more than a shadow, but Malifer could see the way his-her-it's? palms were pressing against the glass. And it was laughing at her, laughing, laughing, laughing-
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Please tell me it's time for my medicine," she moaned, throwing an arm over her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:16 pm
journal entry: bloody mary
Dear Diary-
I would repeat the "********" s**t portion of my former entry, but this is even beyond "********". This is "where oh where has my mind gone and why did I not wear gloves?" kind of weird. There is a mirror, a black and white mirror, following me around. I feel like I should be doing the whole Bloody Mary thing, and who knows... that shadow-person just might lunge out at me and rip my entire face off, not just my eyes.
I've got to react to this calmly. I think I'll go to church tomorrow.
Malifer
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:28 am
journal entry: mirror, mirror...
Dear Diary-
My voices are gone, except for vague whispers. I'm feeling really lonely right now; even that mirror thing hasn't been able to arouse even a faint tremor of fear in me lately. But they say that my cousin, Alethea- who apparently has a phobia of mirrors- is going to come to live with us soon.
It's a good thing that mirror thing disappeared. I don't want her to get scared.
Malifer
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