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28 December 23rd, 2014 PRESCRIPTION FOR MADNESS: Y&R’s Melody Thomas Scott’s Harrowing Account Of Her Health Crisis!

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She’s one hell of a fighter, that is for sure!  The iconic Melody Thomas Scott (Nikki, Y&R) as daytime fans know over the last few days has taken to social media to reveal her harrowing plight of a health crisis that started as a simple one  and grew into epic proportions.  So much so that the Y&R star took to her facebook page to share the blow-by-blow  experience in hopes of bringing about some change aimed directly at MD’s and pharmaceutical companies, and how patients deal with prescriptions and their directions, etc.

Melody calls what happened to her a “Neurological Breakdown”   She was finally back taping new episodes of The Young and the Restless a few weeks ago, but as detailed by Daytime Confidential, it seems that Y&R was so concerned that they were going to have to temporarily replace Melody in the role of Nikki that they were oh-so-close to hiring none other than talented former OLTL favorite, Jessica Tuck (Ex-Megan) to step in for the time being!

Thank goodness, Melody is rebounding! Here now is her harrowing account called Prescription for Madness.  After you read it, share your comments below in the post.  Have you had a nightmarish reaction to a prescription or drug given to you by doctors?  What do you think of Melody’s story?  Could you ever seen anyone taking her place even for a millisecond as Nikki Newman? 

It started on Thursday,November 13. I had been sick with a sinus infection for a couple of weeks, which also included a hellish cough. I had already missed some work, which, in my business, you had better be half dead to call in sick. I was. At least I felt like I was. I had a constant fever, had no energy, was very pale and just couldn’t beat this thing. For reasons too complicated to go into here, I found myself with no personal physician at this time in my life. The previous week I had found a week’s dose of the antibiotic, Zithromax, in my medicine cabinet and happily started taking it, thinking I would finally feel better. I finished it. I felt better for a day or two, then plunged into feeling worse than ever.
“You have to go to the doctor,” everyone started saying to me.
“I’d love to…Who should I go to?”
“Don’t you have a doctor?”
“No, do you?”
“Well, no.”
Then my husband suggested I go see (We’ll call him Dr. Smith,for now.)
We didn’t really know him very well. He’s not a doctor I would have chosen to go to, though I had seen him once a year ago, when preparing to go to Monte Carlo to do some press for my show.
I was desperate. I had been missing too many tape dates and I HAD to start feeling better. Dr. Smith had two office locations: One in Beverly Hills, where we live, and one about 40 miles away. On this Thursday he was only seeing patients in the office farthest from our house. Of course. It couldn’t be easy. As I was soon to discover, nothing in this process would be easy.
My assistant drove me to Dr. Smith’s office. My husband met us there. They snuck me in the back of the medical building so that I would have privacy. Chest x-ray: check. Lung capacity test: Check. Listening to heart and lungs: Very croupy. I wheezed terribly every time I exhaled. Even I knew it sounded terrible.  Dr. Smith didn’t seem very concerned. I left his office with three prescriptions he had prepared for me. My wonderful assistant took me home to rest while he had the scrips filled at the pharmacy. Cough syrup with codeine. I had been given this many times over the years and I always found it quite satisfactory at killing the cough. Then, there were two new (well, new to me,) prescriptions that I had never taken before: Augmentin, an antibiotic, and Cadista, another name for Methylprednisolone,which turned out to be steroids. The steroids were given in a huge dose initially, then were to taper down over the next 7 days. As it turned out, my body did not like those steroids, or the antibiotic, but I had nothing to compare them to. Smith was the only doctor I had access to. I wanted to feel better. I kept taking them.

I was hallucinating by early evening. Lying in bed up in my room, I thought I was somewhere in Texas or Mexico, close to the ocean, in fear of “them” coming to get me. I wasn’t really sure who “they” were, but I knew I was in danger and I didn’t think “they” spoke English. I kept listening at the balcony screen door off of my bedroom. I was certain that a pack of men would soon be scurrying up my balcony to kidnap me. My head was spinning with dizziness and I was disoriented. I have learned that one isn’t really aware that they are hallucinating while they are in the middle of an episode. It’s not until the fantasies are over that you realize what your mind has been up to. By the time you figure it out, it is such a terrifying realization, that you can’t seem to articulate it. Am I crazy? Am I dying? Why is this happening to me? The thought that it could be a reaction to the meds I was given hadn’t occurred to me yet.

After a difficult night of no sleep, I awoke Friday morning and knew immediately that I was still in no condition to go to work or anywhere else. I was starting to slip deeper into a vague sense of reality, feeling worse than ever, the cough having returned. My memory is foggy about that day, but I must have just stayed in bed, worrying if I was ever going to get better. I must have watched television, but for all I knew the “off” switch could have been activated as, even though I was staring at the screen, my mind had other visions playing out before me. By that evening, I shared my fears with my family, but neglected to tell them about the hallucinations. It just seemed too frightening to actually say it out loud and they were worried enough. I told them I was feeling worse and worse and they just kept telling me to keep taking my medicine and that I would start feeling better soon.

By Saturday, I really felt terrible. A mixture of dizziness, nausea, a weak grasp of the world around me. My world was getting smaller and scarier. I remember being awake most of the night, hallucinating about where we were and how we were going to “get out of there.” I was in my own home of 15 years, but my mind was somewhere else and that scared the wits out of me. That morning, after I kept asking my husband where we were and did he know how were we going to get out of there, he called the rest of the family to tell them that something very serious was going on with me. They rallied around me, but I wasn’t in the mental shape to be around anyone. I lied on the couch in the family room, hallucinating while pretending to watch television. I do remember that Don Diamont’s son, Zander, was playing football on the screen and my husband was cheering for him whenever Zander did something that football fans cheer for! (No, I’m not a football fan…) I also remember overhearing Edward speaking to Dr. Smith on the phone about what was happening with me and they discussed the possibility of my suffering a severe reaction to these new meds, especially the steroids. It was decided that I should stop taking them immediately. I was very happy with that, but in retrospect, I should have stopped taking them sooner. It was determined that the most serious side effects one could have was what I was suffering with (aptly put) and that only a very low percentage of people react to these medications as severely as I did. They shouldn’t happen at all, in my opinion. These side effects are too serious to play around with. No matter how low the incidence. I tried to stay downstairs, with the people that I love. (And, of course, my constant source of comfort throughout this whole nightmare, was my precious Reilly, a ball of white fluff who we rescued from the pound in March. I have never had a dog who was so devoted to me. She was either on my lap, sleeping on my stomach or, literally, wrapping her paws around me,as if to say,”It’ll be alright, Mommy,” 24/7. She never left my side. Right now as I type this, she is at my feet.)

I couldn’t eat any of the foods being offered to me as I had apparently lost my taste buds at some point in the last few days. I learned that the term “lose your taste buds” actually means “everything tastes bad.” Inedible. Constantly freezing, I hid under blankets on the sofa, while trying to engage myself in the conversation or movie the family was watching. Remember, I was not aware at that time that I was hallucinating. I don’t know if this is typical, but I could never identify the hallucinations while I was having them. I had to wait until they were gone to realize that they had happened.  Sunday drifted by much the same until the evening. Alex and her husband, Alessandro came over. I didn’t feel well, couldn’t find anything to eat that tasted right, and I floated down into the abyss of the leather reclining couch, miserable. Suddenly, major nausea took over and wouldn’t stop. It got to the point where I literally couldn’t breathe and I truly thought I was going to die. Not being able to breathe will do that to you.

The next morning, Monday, I was worse than ever. It was decided that I should be taken to the ER at Cedars-Sinai, the preeminent hospital in Los Angeles. Coincidentally I was also born there. The irony didn’t escape me. But at least they could check me out, get some fluids into my system and then send me home. Here’s a lesson for all of you reading this: Never assume you know what will happen in an ER. When we arrived at the hospital, I couldn’t get out of the car or walk on my own. Someone came up with a wheelchair, which at least got me inside. Though I learned later that it was an hour’s wait for patients that morning, they took me right away. I was slumped over in the wheelchair, eyes closed, in and out of reality. I remember the doctors asking me “Do you know where you are?” “What’s today’s date?” “What is your name?” “Who is the president,” etc. The only answer I could come up with was that I was in the hospital. I heard the doctor tell Edward (who never left my side, best husband in the world, he is!) that they would at least be keeping me for that night (it was then only about 7:30am) as I didn’t know who I was and they couldn’t release me in that condition. It’s a very strange feeling to hear people talking about you and you are not able to respond. Edward told them about the medicine reaction, but I don’t know how much that explanation changed their mind about their latest “drug addict-of-the-day.”  This began a swirl of tests that would last all day. Some of my indications matched those for meningitis and had to be ruled out, so a spinal tap was first up on my new agenda. I also learned that my electrolytes had measured in at a straight ZERO at the time of admission.

The maddening thing was that now that I was officially a patient, I was at their mercy. I just wanted to go home and die, thank you very much. But I couldn’t. I was their prisoner. Soon, all of my family showed up, bless their hearts. I hated seeing the fear in my children’s eyes. But there was nothing I could do to reassure them. The day slowly dragged on, with me not knowing what was coming next. As time passed I became more lucid and the blood tests had confirmed that I wasn’t filled with “street drugs,” However, I was tested for every brain disorder, stroke, seizure, MRI’s, CT scans, no expense spared, as the resulting bill verified…And every test came up normal.  By late afternoon, they finally decided to check me into a regular room. The only hold-up was my continuing bursts of vomiting, still with the death-defying “I can’t breathe, please help me” panic etched on my face, during which no one ever moved a muscle to help me.

They finally wheeled me to an isolation floor, both of my arms now encumbered with multiple IV’s, with a newly attached divided line on my left arm that had something to do with a supposed heart condition that I have never had in my life. Another side effect showing up at this late hour? Hard to say. During the longest, most uncomfortable night of my life, I had doctors and nurses constantly barging into my room, asking me if my heart rate has always been this low,” etc. I’ve NEVER had one thing wrong with my heart in my life and I still think it was a mistake and I don’t believe them. Edward actually saw the readings and kept taking my pulse. He says it was low. Now, I trust this man with my life and I know he would never lie to me, but I still don’t believe it.

At some point they brought me some food to eat. At least that’s what they called it. Though I was starving, every single thing tasted horrible, gag-worthy. This was apparently at the height of my losing my taste buds, which I can only assume was part of the drug reaction, as I’ve never had anything like that happen before.  The rest of the horrific evening was spent moaning and constantly having to use the bathroom, dealing with other severe issues that I worried I would have to forever live with. And I couldn’t make a move without a nurse being present. The bed was equipped with some kind of alarm that actually yelled out, “STAY in bed! Do NOT stand up!” In spite of the high marks I gave all the nurses, sometimes it took them a while to get to me. Edward spent the night in my room in a cot, happily snoring away as I pondered what was to be my new life, in misery.

Tests continued the next day. I still could make no sense of the nurses buttons/TV channel box that was connected to the bed. I stared at it and it meant absolutely nothing to me. I needed Edward to push the buttons. Even though he showed me over and over, I couldn’t remember any of it.  Throughout my entire stay, I never saw Dr. Smith. Actually, I take that back…I did see him through the slit of the curtain of my ER cubicle. He was about 10 paces from me and I assumed mine would be the next cubicle he would visit, to see how I was doing. After all, he KNEW that I was having a bad reaction to the medicine that HE had prescribed. Edward had told him all about it on the phone on Saturday. In fact, Dr. Smith was the one who decided to take me OFF of the poison. I didn’t have enough wits about me to be upset about his nonchalance that at the time. I just wanted to go home. One of Smith’s partners came around fairly regularly and it was she who finally took enough pity on me to discharge me. I felt like I was getting out of prison. As they were wheeling my wheelchair towards the exit, I had one last eruption of vomit, all over their floor. My closing commentary? Maybe.

After arriving home, gratitude quickly turned to worry, as I was obviously not ready to resume my normal life. My boss called me on my cellphone and I couldn’t remember how to operate it. Nor could I figure out house phones, computers, remote controls, any kind of gadget with buttons and numbers on them confused me. I wasn’t “right” and it didn’t seem that anyone from the medical community could help me or even cared.  We decided we would have to approach this from the world of alternative medicine. Edward got on the phone, collecting information from friends, two of whom had suffered with This Very Thing. These Very Same Medications. Including myself, we had already located 3 people who had suffered with this supposed “very rare” reaction. That’s too many. And the doctors had no suggestions.

We learned of an exceptional acupuncturist, Jordan Hoffman, located in Santa Monica. I have had good results in the past with acupuncture, so I was eager to meet with him ASAP. I’m sure he wondered what in the world was wrong with his newest patient when I entered his office, only able to walk by hanging on to Edward, moaning with every step. As soon as I staggered in, I collapsed on a sofa, covering my eyes with my arms, still very sensitive to light. As he approached me, I was crying. Though he isn’t an MD, per se, I treated him as such, as he gave me more concern and care than any MD had so far.
“Are you the doctor?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Please help me.”
“I will.”
And he did. With Edward and Alex there to help me relay most of my story, Dr. Hoffman very thoroughly documented my situation, concocted a “prescription” of herbs for me to incorporate into my new diet and ended the appointment with a “pull-out-all-the-stops” treatment that miraculously made me feel better. For the first time in over a month, I had hope. We finally left his office at 11:00pm. What MD would be that generous with their time?

The next day my massage therapist of many years worked on me for 2 hours. Again, I felt a slight improvement in my general condition. Every other day I would have a massage, getting acupuncture treatments on the alternate days, that yielded very slight improvements each time. I have also, on the advice of my hero, Jordan Hoffman, switched my diet to dairy-free, all organic, lots of kale and other super-foods. The change in my energy is remarkable. People keep stuffing me with good food. And I actually walked into Dr. Hoffman’s office on my own steam for my second appointment! Slowly, but mobile.  And that is how I have been recovering. The daily improvements are slight, but very welcome. This has turned out to be a long haul. Albeit, a very unexpected one. It’s still difficult for me to believe that this happened. How could it happen? Why are the medical “experts” so aloof about the situation? These are things that will be more aggressively pondered as I continue to “get my brain back.” Right now I am just focusing all of my energy on being able to resume my life. But if anyone reading this saga knows of someone who has gone through the same experience, please let me know. This is an issue that needs to be talked about, not swept under the rug and certainly not allowed to continue to happen.

For the lack of a better term, I have taken to calling it a “Neurological Breakdown.” I have stopped hallucinating, my taste buds are back and I finally went back to work 2 weeks ago. The dizziness was the last symptom to disappear. My memory was still a bit sketchy when I first returned to work, but it’s improving every day.  Thank you for your patience for reading this seemingly endless saga (I know how you feel!) but between my experience and your helping to get the word out, we can hopefully change the attitudes of MDs and pharmaceuticals and the outcomes of innocent patients steadfastly following instructions, not prepared to end life as they know it.

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  1. Timmm says:

    I knew we hadn’t seen the last of Ian Ward!


  2. diane says:

    OMG, that sounds so scary. I am so happy she is feeling more like herself. As a nurse who worked for years in a doctor’s office, any thing is possible when it comes to side effects of medication. As a women who has had to take medicine in the past, I’m usually one of the 1% side effects happen too. So I try my best to not take anything. Some people are what I call very sensitive to medication.


  3. Marcia from Arkansas says:

    Dear Melody
    I am so sorry this happened to you. I also had steroid psychosis nine years ago when I nearly died anyway with a flesh-eating bacteria. The stupid dermatologists never tapered the steroids.

    It was hell, you know you are crazy but you don’t know why and you’re sick and so you take the meds the doctors give you. I begged them to stop the morphine they also gave me – I felt like my leg was on fire – and with the steroids and the disease I had, I lost 35 pounds down to 80 pounds in three weeks, and they also gave me a bleeding ulcer.

    I was fortunate enough to get a kind doctor on unassigned call in the ER, and he said my poor leg (which felt like it was on fire; I’ve never had pain like that and I had my babies without drugs) would never heal on that dose of steroids. He thought I was taking 12 MILLIGRAMS a day, and I just couldn’t talk very much, but I got the nurses to tell him it was 12 PILLS a day, 4mg each. He wasn’t very happy with this tidbit of information.

    I am so sorry you had to go through this. It is total misery, I know. Let your body take as long as it wants to heal. I love you on Y&R and have noticed that you don’t always look as if you feel well.

    It took me over a year to get back to a normal lifestyle. Part of my right leg was destroyed by the flesh-eating bacteria, and I couldn’t balance, but my little wire-haired dachshund Fred decided to take me out walking on my leash one day, and he balanced me and kept me walking. I think dogs are more in touch with God than humans are; Fred still watches out for me.

    I hope you feel better soon. You are not alone. Steroid psychosis is horrible, it’s real, and it takes a while to go away. Get well soon!
    Marcia from Arkansas


    Laurie replied

    I’m sorry Marcia, that you have to go though all of that. Fortunately I’ve never had to deal with that or hard a bad reaction to medication, but you never know! Glad you are feeling better. And yes, thank goodness for our babies, our pets!! Godspeed.


  4. harry says:

    I had no idea she was going through such a horrible nightmare. This is a very scary cautionary take which everyone needs to take note of (that is, not just Y&R fans).
    She tells her story very well–thank you for posting it–it’s important.
    May she be on the road to wellville.


  5. Kevin says:

    Glad she is on the mend, but it makes no sense that MTS didn’t have a “personal physician” she sees regularly. I’m sure she has great healthcare insurance.


  6. Adam says:

    I am a psychiatric nurse. I have seen steroids cause psychosis in a few patients, skimming through this article I wonder if that is what happened?


  7. Nanci says:

    Poor Melody I really feel for her.
    I went through a series of medical misdiagnoses for years after a ruptured appendix and subsequent complications, as well as terrible reactions to the nasty antibiotic Levaquin.
    I still have issues now 10 years later and it is very difficult especially when so many doctors do not seem to listen to their patients.For the most part, the most help that I have received has been from nurses, nurse practitioners, and mostly my guardian angels.
    Love and hugs to Melody and hope things continue to improve.


  8. PV Jr. says:

    Wow! I am aghast. I have a myriad of thoughts running through my head right now.

    First, I have to say it, I really dislike how $$$ and fame can get you to the head of the class. Even when my type 1 diabetic husband is brought in on the ambulance, he has to wait for a room.

    I don’t know what Melody expects with the medical community these days. It is not all their fault, but they do not have enough time to consult with their patients. At least that has been mine and my husband’s experience.

    Another thing that happens when you get older is your immune system is not what it used to be. I have noticed this since turning 40 and having two kids. Now I cannot so much as take a new vitamin without dividing it in half and titrating it or, surprise, surprise, it will give me a migraine. My body has become so sensitive to new things.

    A physical therapist has so much more time and has helped me with my migraine headaches more than any physician ever has.

    I am not surprised with this steroid. Steroids are bad. My grandma got dementia on prednisone.

    It has become that the internet is more powerful and informative than the doctors these days. Last year I went to my endocrinologist with a sinus infection and he prescribed a steroidal spray called Pulmicort. I was fine for a few days, but by day three, I had this nagging migraine that would not go away. I finally decided to look and see if any one else was having migraines from this and, sure enough. The doctors just do not research the side effects or look at your history enough to see if there is a problem. They prescribe the drugs that the pharmaceutical companies push at them.

    My dad suffers from depression – has for 20 years. He has been on every antidepressant and then some. I told my mom about how MAOIs are helpful when nothing else works. She talked to his endocrinologist who said they used them in the 50s and had lots of side effects but they do not use them anymore. It is SO NOT TRUE!

    In this day and age of users being PAID for reviews by companies, I highly suggest the useful site where people review medications and they give their age, gender, and time they have been taking a medication, then check out askapatient. I highly recommend Melody check this site out. She just might find the ammunition she is looking for. I hav used it for migraine medications for myself, rheumatoid arthritis for my aunt, depression for my dad, and diabetes for my husband. Some people even leave their email addresses so you can contact them.


    Chris F, replied

    where in what she wrote did it say that she was taken right away in the ER because of “”$$$ and fame”"”? That is a mighty big assumption on your part.


    PV Jr. replied

    Really?! Come on!

    “Though I learned later that it was an hour’s wait for patients that morning, they took me right away”

    Then there was the part about how she got let in the back of “Dr. Smith’s” so she would not be bothered or something along the lines.:

    “They snuck me in the back of the medical building so that I would have privacy.”

    Please, I love Melody as much as the next person, I really do, but you have to admit that she has INFLUENCE. If it were not for her celebrity, than it was her husband’s. I was NOT trying to be mean, but just reacting to everything (and I mean everything) I read and responding. Do I not have a right to my opinion as well as everyone else? And I am sure there are others who think the same thing.

    What I think is interesting about this story is that she seems to be surprised that her celebrity did not get her better service wherein she talks about vomiting and no one helping her. Frankly I am surprised myself. I guess Cedars Sinai is no better than the non-celebrity hospitals in Los Angeles. I think I got better care at Providence Tarzana when I had both my boys. From Melody’s account, Cedars sounds like Valley Presbyterian.

    Laurie replied

    Well, I would argue with you about her using her $$ and fame to get to the head of the class.

    Seems she waited way too long to finally go to a doctor. She had a fever, severe non-stop coughing, was pale & had no energy. The state she was in, I wouldn’t want her to go into the front looking like that. Somebody in the waiting could just snap a photo of her & send it the National Enquirer so they can announce she’s dying! Also, maybe she was more ill than the others in the waiting room?

    In the ER, where she was vomiting, hallucinating, couldn’t walk on her & was out of it when they pushed her in. She didn’t even know her name or who the president was. She said her eyes were closed & all she knew was that she was in a hospital. They took her back right then. Clearly, she was seriously, seriously ill. She couldn’t fill out her own info sheet. That’s BAD. Very BAD. ER’s don’t call folks in order off a sheet. They call the sickest ones 1st. If I’m in the ER with a 3 day migraine, and it’s my turn next, and a gunshot victim comes in, I’m staying right there. That victim is going to trump me. I took it the same way when she describes later learner there was an hour wait. I feel she was emphasizing just how sick she truly was.

    One more thing-I have never, ever had a doctor or nurse NOT explain medications to me right there. In case you don’t remember, the pharmacist that fills the prescriptions know all. It’s part of their job to offer instructions & side effects from medicines. So if they didn’t, heads need to roll. Why would a doctor prescribe you something and not tell what they were for and what to do if you have bad effect or get worse?

    I’m glad Mrs. Thomas-Scott is better-Godspeed!


  9. PV Jr. says:

    And to answer the other question, no, I cannot see anyone else in the role of Nikki Newman. I just saw Jessica Tuck in the 90s movie, SECRETARY. I have not seen or heard from her in a long time.


  10. Shirley Crafton says:

    Bless you for sharing such a personal story. My goodness, such an ordeal and very little help (or compassion) from medical staff. I hope and pray that your in depth account of this horrible ordeal will catch the attention of people prepared to carry this forward, and initiate changes. Lastly, so glad you have now recovered and we will have our Nikki back!!!


  11. Rose says:

    I hope Melody can find a doctor she trusts. It’s important, if for no other reasons than you need them for referrals. It’s almost criminal the indifference “Dr. Smith” showed during the ordeal, especially at the hospital. Personally, I use my pharmacists as a reference on over the counter and prescription drugs. They seem to know more than my GP. This is mainly because of the cavalier attitude doctors had about continuing to let me renew prescriptions to oxycodine (sp?) after a surgery. When I found out the addictive quality to this drug I stopped cold turkey. Again, didn’t know this was a dangerous thing to do because no one told me. Also have a really good, highly recommended naturopath I go to at times for “tune ups.”

    Maybe Melody could join others to become public spokesperson on drug complications.


    su0000 replied

    ALL drugs have side effects some are minor other life threatening..
    As soon as anyone starts to experience an effect, they are to go to the hospital immediately, not wait 3 days or more- immediately]tly..
    Her electrolytes had measured in at a straight ZERO and that was a good part of her symptoms/effects of the drugs..
    If she would have gone to the hospital, as one is supposed to do, she would have been given a doctor and had tests and avoided most of what she went through..
    Lesson learned..


    k/kay replied

    Gosh I totally agree with suOOOO and that must be a Christmas miracle!!! First of all who takes drugs out of a medicine cabinet that have probably expired and second were they even prescribed for her. Not to have a primary physician at her age is stupid do not blame others for your carelessness and please do not tell me she can’t afford health insurance. Sorry had to get that off my chest I am so sick of everybody blaming others for their poor judgement. Happy New Year to all!

    jimh(leave it to beaver) replied

    So true…agree 100%

  12. Nikki says:

    I come from Canada so I don’t know much about the U.S.A. doctor/patient care but Melody really needs to get a good family doctor. Not just for when the family maybe sick but also for the history.An example of that is I went into my doctor with a cold & before she gave me anything she checked my file to see what I was allergic too. An ordinary doctor has no idea what your body can or cannot take. God bless her I am so glad she’s well. Melody came to the mall in Ottawa Canada not long ago and took time out of her busy schedule to visit our Memorial site where a soldier had been shot & killed. She is a very classy lady.


  13. Christina Parker says:

    I am so sorry to hear Melody has been through such an ordeal. I know her sharing this very personal story will help others. I will be mindful of this story when I am prescribed medications. I will say this, My Husband has had some medical issues that has left me very disappointed in the medical community. I guess naively believing, you have a medical condition, go to the doctor and they figure out how to treat. That is just not always the case. Honestly, I still believe my Husband has underlying issues MANY doctors have not been able to figure out. I also had some medical issues this past year and my first ever surgery. I figured out real quick, you are just a number to a lot of these medical professionals. I hope Melody fully recovers and can get more specific answers to her medical issues over these past few months.


  14. Kristin Greenup says:

    So scary! Medications can really mess you up! Melody’s story is so telling of what is swept under the rug!


  15. Angela Dixon says:

    I am so sorry that you had to go through that. It was so terrifying. I thank God you are getting better. I pray that a solution can found.


  16. Barney says:

    I think Jessica Tuck would make a great Nikki Newman.


  17. Dorothy says:

    Yes, if you are sick enough you can be taken back to see a doctor immediately. It’s done all the time. Do you think they make people with heart attacks, strokes, or other major problems wait. Hence, EMERGENCY room.


    su0000 replied

    If I were sick as that during first 3 days, my hubby would have in the car on the way to ER before I shut the door lol..
    And ALL side effects are included (sheet of paper) with your prescription, you to have read them..
    She waited way too long before going for help..
    She needs to take responsibility for a good part what she went through..
    she could have avoided much of her side effect sickness if she would have went to ER or emergency care from the git-go ..


  18. maria says:

    Well I could see no one taking Nikki place or Victors but im gald to see Nikki Newman back sorry to hear that she had to go through that I love her stay well.


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  20. Elite Advisors says:

    Let’s all remember that Melody shared her story with us because she wanted to raise awareness that things like this do in fact happen every day….

    She did not have to open up about it with anyone, but she did because she wanted to do something positive in hopes it would help someone else.

    I personally was not aware of the horrific reactions to steroids with the elderly. I have since read many articles and since I have an elderly mom, I will certainly have that in the forefront of my mind in the future.

    Finally thank you Michael Fairman for this terrific platform for us!

    Happy New Year fellow Soap lovers!


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