I can never drink again?
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i was on effexor for 4+ years ,didn't drink( been sober 14 years), but don't miss a dose, i had terrible elctric shocks go through my body if i missed a dose, had a horrible horrible time getting off of them, good luck to ya, i know it didnt answer your question,but just wanted to let ya know ,there were some freeky side effects ,atleast with me there was. as scooby doo would say rottsa ruck,,, ruff ruff lol. :)
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If you don't drink water you will die.
idk sorry
bad enough to puke every now and then
Psychotropic medications cannot do what they are intended to do if you are imbibing. Just think of it this way, you can't drink TODAY. Isn't that easy. Then tomorrow, just remember the same thing. There really is no good purpose for drinking, but there is for Effexor and Wellbutrin. Hell, if you quit drinking, you might find you don't need as much medication.
Been there.don't
Don't do it..do you want to get better or not?
Any mood altering drugs including alcohol will effect the outcome of your medicine. If you are taking an anti-depressant why would you want to use alcohol which is a depressant anyway? Kind of defeats the purpose of your medicine. I'm on a MAOI so alcohol will cause a reaction and very possibly kill me with a stroke. I can't have many medicines, bologna, or cheese. Bratwurst sent me to the hospital. There is a whole list I can't have just to be able to be functual and healthy again. I can never have another pizza! That sucks. Be thankful your list is as small as it is. I'm not trying to make your problems seem smaller, just letting you know the grass isn't always greener on the other side
everyone is different.but from personal experience i'd say it's not such a great idea.ofcourse you never know if you don't try.do it once and see.i reccomend not doing it alone though
you can socially drink but only in moderation.
You need to avoid alcohol completely. If you drink any alcohol on the meds, they won't work.
I was put on Effexor when I was 19 and was on it for about a year and a half. I was prescribed Effexor for depression, nothing too severe, probably just normal teenage up and downs really. I was a young, attractive woman. I was actually diagnosed as "gifted" at a very young age and actually worked as a dancer when I was put on this medication.
Just like many teenagers I drank off and on. I had multiple psychotic episodes after drinking while being on Effexor. I had never had anything like this happen to me ever before. I had also never been arrested before but was arrested multiple times for totally just freaking out and trying to physically attack my friends. I rarely could even remember what happened or why it happened, and interestingly most of the episodes happened when I hadn't even drank that much.
I was put in jail overnight for one of these episodes, and again was taken to jail and then transferred to a psychiatric ward for a week for another episode. A few weeks later I was in a different psychiatric ward again (because the episode happened in a different police district I was taken to a different hospital) for a week for another psychotic episode.
But the worst one came about 3 weeks after the second hospitalization. I had drunk no more than 3/4 of a bottle of red wine. I don't remember everything. But here are some flashes of what I remember in the order I recall them: was out in the evening hanging out with friends. Female friend called me a name, I took it too seriously and we ended up in a physical fight (she wasn't very stable either). We ended up fighting in the grass on the side of the highway. My boyfriend at the time and her boyfriend at the time tried to pull us apart, but in my psychotic state I started fighting with my own boyfriend too, who was only trying to help me. For some reason my focus shifted to him and I was then trying to fight him.
Somewhere along the line a police officer showed up who calmed the situation down, but who refused to let me go back with my friends. He said he would take me to the local precinct where my parents could come pick me up. I was taken to the police station but wasn't arrested or anything, just given a phone to call my parents to come pick me up. Well it was about 2 or 3 am and although I did get a hold of my mother, she refused to come get me until morning and hung up on me. Well since I wasn't being arrested or anything I was free to walk out the door - which I did. I don't remember the details, but I remember flashes of walking around my small city and even flashes of walking through trash strew filthy allies for some reason. So for several hours I roamed around the city’s filthy back alleys in a psychotic stupor until the sun came up when I called my mom again, I don't recall from where, a gas station I think. When I got home I expected to see my boyfriend as he lived with me at my mom's, and although I was still really upset thinking that all of this had happened because of him, I thought it was over and we'd just go to sleep and deal with it all later.
Upon arriving home and seeing that he wasn't there, that he was still out with the people who we were with earlier that night who had started the whole mess to begin with, I just got totally enraged and started breaking his CDs and other property. My mother's husband saw me doing this and tried to physically stop me, this ended up in a physical brawl with him during which my mom called the cops. They didn't try to help calm me down or talk to me - and this I will never forgive them for, but that's a whole other story. Well after I heard the cops were coming (who I had just dealt with earlier that morning) I locked myself in the bathroom, thinking that they would just go away if I said everything was fine and that I was calm. Well they refused to leave me alone and since I had destroyed property they said I had to go to jail. I refused to leave the locked bathroom, and at that point recall saying if you don't leave me alone I'll kill myself, although I had no intention of doing so. I just wanted to be left alone and certainly didn't want to go to jail.
I remember holding the full length mirror in the bathroom in front of me (it was one of those cheap ones that you bolt to the back of a door but it was just normally leaning up against the wall) because the police were threatening to break the door down and I thought if they saw me clutching a large glass mirror they wouldn't just drag me out. Well they broke the door down not believing (I guess) that I really was clutching a mirror and they rushed at me so fast the they ended up pushing me back into the bathtub where the mirror shattered all over me. I was cut in at least 12 places, 6-7 of which were very deep and serious and needed stitches, but they still kept dragging me out of the bathroom, glass everywhere that continued to cut me up. I was still resisting, bleeding everywhere, all over the living room and bathroom (so bad that my parents had to replace the entire carpeting in the bathroom and living room and the rest of the house to match), and then they sprayed me in the face multiple times with pepper spray. My face had a very deep two and a half inch gash in my left cheek; my chin had a very deep one inch jagged cut and another deep half inch one on my chin as well, and I was still sprayed with pepper spray multiple times.
Of course EMS got called and I don't remember much about what happened after being sprayed. Next thing I remember I'm tied down to a hospital bed having the 2 1/2 inch gash in my cheek stitched up. I just wanted to be left alone and was screaming for them to stop, they continued with that cut, for which I am now thankful. But since I was screaming that I just wanted to be left alone right then, they agreed to transfer me up to the psychiatric ward to rest for a little while and calm down before I got the rest of my cuts sewn up. So apparently I just fell asleep immediately upon arriving in the psych ward and laying down in my bed. I was woken up a little while later and told that if my other wounds were to be sewn up that they needed to do it right then, that there's only a certain amount of time between when you get a cut and when it can be sutured, and that if they don't get sewn up and are left open to heal that they are going to leave much worse scars. Even though these were very deep, serious wounds on my arms, chest and chin, I refused. In the still delirious state I was in I just wanted to be left alone.
I was in the hospital for a week again this time, actually the same place I was at the first time I was put in a psych ward a couple of months before. Discharged I was told to continue taking the Effexor, which I did for a couple of months. A few weeks after this last incident I decided that I had to get away from the small North Carolina town I was living in, away from the strained relationships I had with my family as a result of the major episode, and away from the people who I was friends with who started it and away from everyone who was gossiping about me now.
I wasn't supposed to go anywhere even though I was a 19 year old adult, but I had my own car and one day I packed up my bags and left while my mom and step dad were at work. I told my boyfriend about it, and he agreed that it would do me good to get away. So I moved to Atlanta (had friends there, had been there previously many times) and very soon thereafter I was introduced to heroin by a "friend". Soon after starting the heroin I stopped the Effexor completely, and interestingly had no more episodes, but became a heroin addict instead for the next 4 years. The best part about the heroin was that it numbed the pain, made me not care and hurt so much about all the scars I now had, which made me want to be on it as much as possible. I knew I would get addicted if I continued but at the time I thought better to be addicted to heroin than to feel the pain.
The end result of all this? After many years of utter hell I thankfully I've been completely clean off of heroin since October 31, 2003. The cut on my face which was stitched up is still visible as a slight indentation, but the others which weren't stitched are still quite visible, but thankfully no longer the burning red color they were for a long time. My relationship with my family is decent, but I know that the last episode permanently changed the way my family and I interact. I try very hard with them and we’re friendly, but I think our relationship will always be strained because of what happened. I rarely drink at all anymore, maybe a glass of wine with dinner once every 6 months and a glass of champagne at New Years, but that's about it. I'm not on any antidepressants and haven't been for years, and I will never, ever get on them ever again. Sometimes when I get depressed, and I still do occasionally, I distract myself with something that makes me happy - reading or picking up a new book, playing a game on the computer, taking a walk, or playing with my 10 month old son or loving husband who I've been married to for 4 years as of this July 22nd.
I know this has been a long rambling story. It's late and I'm tired but I just wanted to share with you how very serious the risks are of drinking while taking Effexor, or any anti-depressant for that matter, but mostly importantly Effexor. You absolutely cannot safely drink AT ALL while on Effexor, not even one beer or glass of wine. All of this happened when I was 19. I'm 26 now and my life is so much different and so wonderful and so amazing, but I’ve worked incredibly hard to get where I am now and there are times when I'm still haunted by what happened to me. Like I said I never had anything like that happen to me before I started taking Effexor and drinking and never had it happen again after I stopped.
As far as the Effexor itself goes, if your depression isn't that serious, I would recommend trying other alternatives. But of course I'm not a doctor, I don't know you or what's best for you treatment wise, but I do know that when you're told you can't drink while taking Effexor, you better take it seriously.
If you have any more questions please feel free to contact me.
Its like what i always say Looze the Booze
Man these people are really uneducated about their medications, or they are really trying to scare you. I am on Effexor XR, which is the extended release form of the drug (taken once in the morning lasts 24 hours). The real reason why alcohol can interfere with medications is that it can affect the timed release (called dose dumping). This is the reason that some people have problems, it's like taking 5 shots of alcohol at once rather than drinking a beer an hour for 5 hours.
As I mentioned I am taking the drug every morning around 7 AM.I have drank to excess in the late evening (say after 9 PM and had no problems). If you took the drug then immediately had a lot of alcohol and no food the alcohol would probably cause the medicine to release quicker than it should.
My advice to you is to start the medicine for a week or 2 with no booze, then gradually add it, but make sure to always have food in your stomach as well.
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