A sharp contrast to my experience at a neurologist's hands... My legs hurt, I told him. Take this, he said.
MAN, was that bad. I don't remember what the pill was, but I do remember that I felt like my soul was being ripped in half. If I hadn't known instantly that what I was feeling was drug induced, and could deal with it on that basis—if I had been surprised in any way, at my soul being ripped in half, I have no idea what I might have done. Completely freaked out, to say the least.
And he told me I'd have to take that for months before I'd feel any less ache in my legs. Months. Living with my soul ripped in half. Months.
But today, on the "new pill"—I felt great.
Nice change. Who knows what else good may happen? We'll see...