Messages By: magicwanda

I'm sorry but I have no sympathy for these 2 women.  You might think I'm heartless but I have a valid reason.  I am a person who struggles daily with chronic pain from a back injury.  I am forced to take pain meds one being Methadone.  Because of these twins and others like them it has become so difficult for legitamate patients to get the prescriptions they need because of people that are abusing the drugs!  When I get my prescriptions I must go to the doctor for a full visit, they cannot just give refill for a few months like most other medications.  The Federal Drug Enforcement Agencies has put in place so many rules so that abusers won't get their hands on these drugs and put them on the street for people to take for fun.  So because of that my doctor office visits are more money and so are the pills!  So do I feel sorry for them? NO way! 

If they really had a clue what real pain is they wouldn't be doing what they are doing.  These women take the drugs to escape.  They have no chronic pain, they are just abusing.  Because of them and others I suffer.  Sure I get my medications but I now pay alot more for them and I also cannot even fill them a day ahead of time due to the Federal rules.  You can only fill them on the 30th day that you are out, so if you go to your local drugstore and they are out, oh well too bad.  So you then spend your day driiving from drugstore to drugstore to fill your prescriptions, all because of people who abuse the drugs that we need.  My pain doesn't even allow me to drive to I have to call upon family to drive me to my doctors and drugstores.  Rediculous if you ask me because in the end the people who are abusers will ALWAYS get their drugs, and the real pain patients suffer! 

These two need to be arrested and put away maybe then they will learn how wonderful their life really is.  They have beautiful children and they could care less.  Disgusting.  I wish I had half of what they have.  Because of my back injury I can no longer work, I'm lucky if I can shower for the day or make my meals.  Yet here these two are popping xanax (which I cant even get because xanax and methdone are a no-no) and methadone and whatever they can get their hands on I'm sure.  Nope sorry no sympathy here I hope the police catch up to them if you want the truth. 

I agree with you.  I too have to take prescribed pain medication and if I didn't take it I couldn't function.  As it is I barely have a life, I cannot work, drive, etc because of my back injury.  However that doesn't mean I pop pills to "Get high".   This is what really annoys me when I see these people boohooing on tv about their addiction.  Yes it's sad, but no one prescribed the medications to begin with and then you go and take more then what would be prescribed anyway!!  Blaming the drugs is the easy way out.  But sorry these drugs also do many people a great service.  We take them to be able to deal with our pain, not to pass out or get stoned. 

As for the person who wrote that these drugs are handed out to easily I have to laugh.  I don't know what state you are living in but here in Florida if you go to a pain management doctor or clinic the last thing they do is prescribe these types of drugs.  It's when all else fails to help that they will start you on small doses of a narcotic to help you deal with your chronic pain.   You don't just walk in and say I'm hurting I need Oxycotin, or whatever.  The doctors will never go for that.  They are monitored so closely by the state that they will not give you anything until you've tried, physical therapy, bio-feedback, massage, facet injection, the list goes on and on.  The people that get these drugs without a legit issue have made it so difficult for those of us who have legit problems.  In a way it's a good thing in another it's a bad thing.  I don't know how many times I've gone to a new doctor and would get the raised eyebrow when I bring up the medications I take.  Automatically they profile you as "drug seeking" it's only after reading your complete medical history and getting to know you after a few months that they stop giving you that look.  It's very disheartening for real chronic pain patients.

I watch your show everyday Dr. Phil.  When I saw today's topic I knew right away that the game this guy was playing was World of Warcraft.  I played WOW (World of Warcraft) for a year back in 2005.  I started playing with a few friends that I actually met online in another game (Basically online card games with a chat room).  All five of us decided to give the game a try and after a few months I watched as all 4 of my friends who I had known online for over two years prior changed into really nasty versions of theirselves.  Now mind you we are all adults, in our 30's.  I was the only female and no I do not have children or a husband so yes I had free time to play this game when I wanted to etc.  However a few of my friends who were also playing did have families and wives and they were being completely neglected.  Little by little these friends of mine would rarely log out of the game.  When they did it was begrungingly.  I began to seriously worry about some of them and voiced my concerns which fell on deaf ears unfortunately.

I didn't nag at my friends because I didn't want to lose them because they were really good people.  However the way the game is set up it changed them all one by one.  The game dynamics make it so that you need to get those better items in order to do the higher level playing areas.  The game is also designed that these so called Raid bosses take hours to complete.  You can't just log on to the game and play for a small amount of time.  Well, that is if you want to get anywhere.  As the months went on I noticed that my so called friends all became quite greedy.  They would fight over game gear during raids, and if someone needed help with something they wouldn't offer unless they got something out of it that they needed.  These once very friendly people were now just like the rest of the Worldcraft community tends to be.  Greedy and basically looking out for only their own interests. 

People say that the games shouldn't be blamed, and in some respects that's true.  But in others it is not.  These games are designed to make you play for hours on end if you want to get anywhere in them.  They know that people become addicted to the game itself, and that's obvious by the random game messages that appear as you are logging into the game.  One I read said, everything in moderation, including Wolrd of Warcraft, be sure to get outside and do other things in life!  Now really, if a game has to put statements like that on it's login screen I think there's a problem there. 

As for today's guest, the husband who isn't working and spends hours playing WOW.  All I can say is, wake up.  The people you call friends in this game are not your friends.  If you stopped playing tomorrow, I guarantee the majority would only ask  you if they could have your game gold and gear, other then that you will be replaced by the next guy ready to fill that shaman spot in the raid group.  Sorry but that's the reality of online gaming.  You may think you have good friends in game but if you were gone the next day they wouldn't miss you like your wife and children would, snap out of it and get off the computer before your wife leaves you.

I watch your show everyday Dr. Phil.  When I saw today's topic I knew right away that the game this guy was playing was World of Warcraft.  I played WOW (World of Warcraft) for a year back in 2005.  I started playing with a few friends that I actually met online in another game (Basically online card games with a chat room).  All five of us decided to give the game a try and after a few months I watched as all 4 of my friends who I had known online for over two years prior changed into really nasty versions of theirselves.  Now mind you we are all adults, in our 30's.  I was the only female and no I do not have children or a husband so yes I had free time to play this game when I wanted to etc.  However a few of my friends who were also playing did have families and wives and they were being completely neglected.  Little by little these friends of mine would rarely log out of the game.  When they did it was begrungingly.  I began to seriously worry about some of them and voiced my concerns which fell on deaf ears unfortunately.

I didn't nag at my friends because I didn't want to lose them because they were really good people.  However the way the game is set up it changed them all one by one.  The game dynamics make it so that you need to get those better items in order to do the higher level playing areas.  The game is also designed that these so called Raid bosses take hours to complete.  You can't just log on to the game and play for a small amount of time.  Well, that is if you want to get anywhere.  As the months went on I noticed that my so called friends all became quite greedy.  They would fight over game gear during raids, and if someone needed help with something they wouldn't offer unless they got something out of it that they needed.  These once very friendly people were now just like the rest of the Worldcraft community tends to be.  Greedy and basically looking out for only their own interests. 

People say that the games shouldn't be blamed, and in some respects that's true.  But in others it is not.  These games are designed to make you play for hours on end if you want to get anywhere in them.  They know that people become addicted to the game itself, and that's obvious by the random game messages that appear as you are logging into the game.  One I read said, everything in moderation, including Wolrd of Warcraft, be sure to get outside and do other things in life!  Now really, if a game has to put statements like that on it's login screen I think there's a problem there. 

As for today's guest, the husband who isn't working and spends hours playing WOW.  All I can say is, wake up.  The people you call friends in this game are not your friends.  If you stopped playing tomorrow, I guarantee the majority would only ask  you if they could have your game gold and gear, other then that you will be replaced by the next guy ready to fill that shaman spot in the raid group.  Sorry but that's the reality of online gaming.  You may think you have good friends in game but if you were gone the next day they wouldn't miss you like your wife and children would, snap out of it and get off the computer before your wife leaves you.

I don't know if reading these boards is a good idea for Kathleen at this point.  I would think it would make her fears worse, evidence being her apology to the above poster.  She doesn't need to apologize to strangers, she's got enough apologizes to give to family and friends.  I was all ready to write a negative post myself but after reading all the nasty things posted and Kathleen and her daughter trying to respond I decided being negative isn't helpful regardless of what I think of the situation.

Maybe she is faking it, maybe not, either way she obviously needs help because a mentally healthy person would not put themselves or their family through such hardship.  I just help she continues to challenge herself each day by taking the help being offered.  If not then she will remain in her phobic state.  I for one hope she takes the help being offered before it passes her by.  People can only reach out for so long before they themselves give up and move on.  I sure hope that doesn't happen. 

One thing that I don't understand in all of this is the messy house, that I just can't wrap my head around.  I guess because there are other people in the house besides her so why don't they just keep it relatively picked up?  I mean at 9 years old I cleaned my room every week to get my allowance.  Her kids are old enough to do that much.  I realize her husband works 12-14hrs a day but come on there are days off for him I'm sure.  If not at least hire a maid to come in, they can't be that expensive even if you did it once a month.  I just don't see how this works into the whole phobia aspect of her illness.  If you are afraid of getting sick etc wouldn't a dirty house just fuel that fire? I would think it would be hospital room clean for fear of germs.  I'd really like to understand that part of it.

Kathleen, if you do read this, keep fighting to save yourself from yourself.  Don't give up and please get to Dr Lawlis's clinic.  Just think how wonderful it would be to find out that it is a chemical imbalance and all you need is to up some level of chemical by medication and you'd be fine again.  I know that also can probably scare you as well because you have been living in your world for so long it's easier to stay that way even though your attacks are so bad.  Sometimes the cure can be just as scary as the illness.  But I bet if you didn't have the panic attacks that you'd be so much better and could cope better with the rest of the problems.  I hope that we will get to see you when you get well.  I wish your family and you the best.

When I was born my mom had to move away and dye her hair so as to hide who she really was.  She went against society at the time (1966) and when she became pregnant opted to have me instead of a back alley abortion or giving me up to an adoption agency.  When she told my father (We'll call him the donor because he was NEVER a Father) that she was pregnant he gave her the typical condescending reply.  He stood face to face with her and said, "Are you sure it's mine?"  My mother wasn't the type to sleep around.  She was in her 20's and thought she was in love with this so called Man.  When she told him of course it was he denied that I could be his.  When I was born I was born with a cleft palate, if you don't know what that is please google it.  It's not a pretty sight but my mother loved me anyway.  The donor came to see me once after she had me.  He took one look at me and announced that I wasn't his and told her good luck.  He walked out on her and I.  My mother raised me alone, for the first 3 years of my life she didn't even go home because her parents disowned her.  They wanted me put up for adoption instead of her embarassing the family.  She refused.  Needless to say my mother is the strongest woman I know and I love her with every fiber of my being.  We lived a poor life, it was hard sometimes.  However I never really wanted for anything.  I was always in clean clothes and had toys etc.  She worked hard to make sure I wasn't needing anything.  However what I always needed was a father.  I never got one.  I never met my father/donor and at the age of 42 I can say I never want to.  His refusal to accept me as his made me distrust men forever.  To this day I myself am not married and find most men to be immature babies that only get married to be "taken care of".  Sorry but I watch my girlfriends with their husbands and  other then the husbands giving them financial help the rest falls completely on the women. 

I say if these guys don't want to be dads that's fine.  But keep your pants zipped or get fixed before you hop into bed with someone.  If you truly don't want to be a father then be mature enough to handle your own birth control issues.  This crap about she said she couldn't get pregnant is just a load of bull.  Come on guys, this used to be something you all would say.  I can't get women pregnant was a line even I heard while dating.  If you are going to play you are going to have to pay.  I wish the laws had been different when my mom became pregnant with me.  The years we struggled could have been alot easier on us had we been able to fight for child support but back then it wasn't heard of.  I'm glad the laws are in place to help the children.  The men who won't see their children still disgust me, let me just say that you are messing up your kids mentally by your actions.  Although I hid it from my mom just how much it hurt that my father didn't want me it truly did kill me a little each day.  Now I look at most men with distain and distrust.  I mean how can I trust a man after my own father treated me like something he could toss away without another thought. 

Grow up and use condoms or get fixed before you hurt another child.