I'll second
@Florida40Cal on his reply, from personal experience. To be clear, I've been prescribed X@nax for 11 years now (@ 1mg 2x per day to start, then 1.5 mg 2x per day) - Yet even as my Doc was writing the first prescription for it, I was still politely asking for Ativ@n. Unfortunately, what I wound up with (Topix was the only place on the 'net back then to look for alternatives, and more than half of those vendors were scammers) after a year or two of taking the X@nax as prescribed was a X@nax monkey on my back and a huge across-the-board tolerance for benzos - Take your pick, name any benzo; I guarantee you I'll need a higher than normal dose of it for it to be effective.
Eventually, of course, since my Doctor and the VA really weren't concerned with my situation, and just wanted to throw more X@nax at it, I found vendors for legit Ativ@n and V@lium (much harder to do then than it is now), and weaned myself from the X@n@x, then, when I had gotten through the quite rotten little hell of X@nax WD's, started myself on 2mg Ativ@n first thing daily - Presto, no more panic attacks, no sleepiness, finally, normalcy. Now, of course, it's much easier to get VERY good Ativ@n and V@lium than it was then, but a funny thing happened along the way...I got the notion into my head that if I didn't always have a sufficient supply of all three meds on hand, I'd relapse into panic attacks (I won't lie to you - Even on what is now 2.5mg Ativ@n daily, I still feel them coming on occasionally, and a football banishes them instantly). V@lium, of course, is a wonderful muscle relaxer as well as anxiolitic, so I have to have a few of those around as well.
So, but for 10 footballs or so I keep for myself for emergencies, I give the remaining 80 footballs I'm prescribed monthly to my wife, who breaks them in half and uses them for sleeping pills on nights she has trouble sleeping - I laughed out loud when I saw the gargantuan pill bottle she'd purchased to keep them in, there must be 1200 footballs in that thing. Understandable - I, also, am a hoarder, and keep between 600 - 900 Ativ@ns and 600-900 V@lium stored in a lockbox in the coolest room in our home, with normal sized pill bottles containing perhaps 60 tablets each in my medicine cabinet - I handle my own refills
It is sad that treatment for anxiety, and panic attacks (I would include PTSD in there, but every time I even allow the phrase to cross my train of thought the Infantry God grabs my throat and yells in my face "There is NO SUCH THING AS PTSD, UNDERSTOOD? DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU WEAR PINK BOWS IN YOUR HAIR TO WORK FOR A WEEK OR TWO, YOU SNIVELING EXCUSE FOR A SOLDIER?"
*, is so badly studied and practiced by physicians here in the US - Sad that many of their patients know more about the alternative medications for treating these conditions than they do, and are capable (with the miracle of the internet) to determine the proper dosage regiment for them as well, but the point remains - If you have rare panic attacks, sure, get a X@nax prescription and use only as necessary. But if you have
frequent panic attacks, ask your Doctor for V@lium or Kl@N@pin, but be aware that the latter are daily medications, and you will become addicted to them, and develop a tolerance to them if you use them for more than short periods of time. That's not necessarily a bad thing - I can't see any alternative to using an anxiolytic for the rest of my life, and given I am old and busted up anyhow, I gave up drinking (except on special occasions) 12 years ago, and gave up my beloved Copenhagen smokeless tobacco (now
that was hard - Needed a full course of Chantix to get through it) in '09, so it isn't as if my liver and kidneys are under constant attack.
* That's an actual quote from the Doctor (A Medical Corps Colonel) who conducted my exit physical with the VA when I retired from active duty - Back then, even mentioning PTSD could get you reassigned to a desk job and very quickly discharged. Every month, when my disability check is direct deposited, and that SMS from the bank pings on my phone, I remember that fat, red face with a drunkard's broken veins covering his nose, hovering two feet from mine and shouting that quote at the top of his lungs - His decorations included no overseas service, no decorations for merit (not even an Army Commendation Medal (ARCOM), and he didn't even wear an Expert Field Medical Badge, which meant he'd never trained for or attempted the test, or that he took the test and failed.
V/R
- b2g