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Okay, I finally made it back here. What a rough morning, wow. But Sadie came around! Vet says stop the Valium. I'm not surprised; Sadie weighs just over 7 lbs. I think Valium is just too much for her little body and caused her heavy sedation and hopefully, also the reason for the diarrhea. She's eating well and so far, no GI upset since this morning.
I'm a tiny bit nervous about having unused Valium in my home. When I was 17 my mom was prescribed Valium, a huge bottle of it. She'd never take any psych meds because to her medication meant she was "crazy." She was mentally ill, and medication would have helped her so much - although perhaps not Valium.
Anyway, I took that bottle of her Valium from a drawer that no one used. I was seventeen and having a terrific time in school and with friends, although I didn't see many classes. It was the late '70's in a very urban school. There were bigger problems than a white girl from the "right" neighborhood skipping classes. Home life, however, was a living hell with my mother and step-father...almost relentless violence and abuse.
Drug use was rampant in those years and my DOC was that great, big bottle of Valium. There were probably 200 pills in there. Imagine! Nothing like that would be prescribed nowadays, but back then "Mother's Little Helper" was all the rage. I wasn't a mother, but I was a teen girl who desperately needed therapy to cope. Instead, I made use of the Valium. There were a couple of times I took 10 pills at once. I weighed exactly 102lbs. I was so, so lucky that I didn't OD. But getting high felt sooo good.
Return to now. I have Valium in my home for the first time in 43 years and you'd think I wouldn't even remember how good I felt on that Valium 43 years ago. But I do remember, and I remember the bliss of escape. So weird, because I should throw the Valium out...or keep maybe 1 pill just in case Sadie needs a tiny sliver. But I can't toss it.
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