The Voices
I'd decided after 18 years of smoking that it probably wasn't a great idea for my long term survival so quitting was the way forward. I was too lazy to bother with seeing my GP and had heard wonder stories about a new drug, Zyban, which was developed as an anti-depressant but was found to help people quit the tabs so thought sod it I'll just buy some. Off I went and scoured some american drug sites and the magic pills were procured (about £120's worth for a month if I remember correctly).
The idea is you take one a day for a few days then up the dosage to two for the remainder of the course - you don't attempt to quit until a week into the course once the happy chemicals have filled your brain with rainbows.
All was going well for the first few days, fags had started to taste foul and I was confident of quitting when the time was right - then I upped the dose.
Sat at my desk at work outside the MDs office I started to rush as if I was coming up on an acid trip - this was totally unexpected but not wholly unpleasant - in fact if I wasn't at work it would have been ace but I had to keep a lid on things so I let my colleagues know what was occurring and simply sat there gurning happily to myself for the next half an hour. Things settled and I returned home and despite my reservations took my second pill of the day. I felt a little strange and had a quickened pulse but not too bad so went to sleep hoping it was just my body adjusting to the mood enhancing drugs.
Roll forward a few hours then BANG! - I'm awake sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding, can't catch my breath, full on panic attack. Mrs Catkiller shot up soon after and helped calm me down, breathe etc but despite being calmer I still felt distinctly weird and spaced out. I laid back down again and that's when they came - THE VOICES!!!
It was like someone was bent over me whispering in my ear and in a clear voice that wasn't mine it ordered me, very firmly to "Push her out of the bed" Now that may seem pretty amusing and we do laugh about it now but at the time it completely shit me up - once again I'm sat upright on the edge of the bed panicking but unlike previously this time I had the Army of Darkness to contend with.
For anyone who hasn't seen Evil Dead 2 Ash, the hero, has his hand possessed but that's childsplay - I wasn't in control of either of my arms - it felt like they had a mind of their own and it wasn't in a good mood. It was all I could do to hold my arms in check and not allow them to carry out the orders that The Voices were barking in my ear to do the Mrs harm.
I had to get out and, ironically, have a cigarette to calm my nerves. I managed to calm down and eventually get back to sleep but I'm not sure how well Mrs Catkiller slept that night.
In the morning the pills were binned and the voices never returned but for a short while I think this fully qualifies as losing it.
(lopezthecatkiller has not killed a cat since....., Fri 22 Jul 2011, 9:12, 6 replies)

Fuck me...

Though alarm bells did go off as soon as you mentioned buying pills on the internet..
(tyrellsOwl, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 10:00, closed)

Not my brightest idea
and they didn't come boxed - just the blister packs wrapped in a elastic band. That's not to say they weren't ronseal as I've since read that many people have had similar experiences on the genuine article.
(lopezthecatkiller has not killed a cat since....., Fri 22 Jul 2011, 11:37, closed)

You got lucky they werent something truly dodgy, blister packs and rubber bands??? fuck sake...lol
(tyrellsOwl, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 12:39, closed)

Similar thing happened to me...
...I was taking over the counter tablets for a severe allergy.
An hour later I was tripping like a loon and having a great time. So I'm told. I don't remember any of it, but my wife and daughter reckon I was having a ball and apparently "daddy was very funny!"
My doctor says it is a known but uncommon reaction - I'll just put up with the allergy in future I think.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 10:38, closed)

Zyban
I tried it about ten years ago. Thought I was having a fucking stroke, binned them. Fags better.
( DeadEyeDick, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 13:35, closed)

The man who is his own doctor...
...has a fool for a patient
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 22:40, closed)