Tomorrow will be 4 weeks since I took Levaquin and ended up in the mental ward of the hospital. I am guessing that I had a psychotic reaction to the medicine. I told my doctor, but he said it only effects the joints.
I don’t like talking about it, I’ve only told 2 people.
I was given Levaquin for a chest cold. I took it and went to lay down for bed an hour later. I laid down and closed my eyes and saw in my mind’s eye a huge, flashing light. I freaked out and went to the kitchen. There was a knife on the stove and something was pushing me to grab it and do something to my husband. It was such a strong feeling. I grabbed my phone and ran out of the house to the street and called the sheriff and told them to come take me to the hospital. All I could see was that light, there was nothing in the world but me and that light. I got to the emergency room. While waiting for the doctor, I asked the nurses to restrain my hands. They wouldn’t. A male nurse came in to draw my blood. I had my eyes closed when he came in, but my sense of smell was so strong, I could smell his male scent and I wanted to attack him. I just laid there with my eyes closed.
They took me up to the mental ward, no one had any idea what was going on with me. I have dealt with panic attacks for years, so they kept giving me medicine for the attacks. My body rejects most medicine, so if one medicine made the attacks worse, then they gave me another and another. An antidepressant too.
I didn’t sleep for 50 hours, I lost track after that. With the flashing light came thousands of images that flashed through my head. Dark things that I have never seen. Eventually it all subsided, then they gave me the Levaquin again and the flashing light and images were back. I knew then what was causing it and told them not to give me the Levaquin again. Through the experience, I felt my brain being fried and parts of it shutting down like it had enough, so it quit firing. I still don’t feel most of my brain. It is numb or dead or damaged. I dunno.
The thoughts don’t come as often. Strange things that I never thought of before the Levaquin. Like, the thought of what the texture of roadkill would be like in my mouth, the thought of driving into oncoming traffic, the thought of hurting my beautiful little kittens, the thought that cat poop smells good and I should rub it on my body. I am so scared of everything now and I’m scared of myself. I was going to hang myself when I got home due to the dark thoughts.
I have the physical symptoms that floxed people talk about, but what does the body matter without the mind?