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	<title>Comments on: Seroxat Scare</title>
	<link>http://www.iblog.co.uk/2007/01/30/seroxat-scare/</link>
	<description>(so you don't have to)</description>
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		<title>by: Amy</title>
		<link>http://www.iblog.co.uk/2007/01/30/seroxat-scare/#comment-51369</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 21:59:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was placed on seroxat at 18 years old by a doctor.Yes i was feeling down, i had been sexually assaulted and was left homeless by my parents.I went to the doctor for help,when he prescribed me anti-depressents,I niavely assumed my outlook on life would improve.LIttle did I know that the after affects of Seroxat would leave me mentally screwed up for years(I have unsightly scars on my wrists to prove it).The doctor that used me as a guinea pig is still practicing at my local surgery,although to this day(12 years later) I still refuse to see him.So here I am,two beautiful daughters later,with a partner who doesn't understand why my arms are disfigured,wondering why that bastard of a doctor used me as an experiment.I trusted the medical profession and when I needed them the most,they used me and failed to help me.My eldest is now asking what the marks on my arms are.I'm afraid the word "SEROXAT" doesn't mean anything to an 8 year old.Thanks for fucking up my life G.S.K</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was placed on seroxat at 18 years old by a doctor.Yes i was feeling down, i had been sexually assaulted and was left homeless by my parents.I went to the doctor for help,when he prescribed me anti-depressents,I niavely assumed my outlook on life would improve.LIttle did I know that the after affects of Seroxat would leave me mentally screwed up for years(I have unsightly scars on my wrists to prove it).The doctor that used me as a guinea pig is still practicing at my local surgery,although to this day(12 years later) I still refuse to see him.So here I am,two beautiful daughters later,with a partner who doesn&#8217;t understand why my arms are disfigured,wondering why that bastard of a doctor used me as an experiment.I trusted the medical profession and when I needed them the most,they used me and failed to help me.My eldest is now asking what the marks on my arms are.I&#8217;m afraid the word &#8220;SEROXAT&#8221; doesn&#8217;t mean anything to an 8 year old.Thanks for fucking up my life G.S.K
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		<title>by: ROBERT FIDDAMAN</title>
		<link>http://www.iblog.co.uk/2007/01/30/seroxat-scare/#comment-606</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 07:19:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>You can read more about the dangers of Seroxat on my blog at http://fiddaman.blogspot.com/. You will see through the various articles posted on there that the MHRA have known for some considerable time that Seroxat is not only dangerous in the children population but also the adult poulation too 

Bob Fiddaman</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You can read more about the dangers of Seroxat on my blog at <a href='http://fiddaman.blogspot.com/.' rel='nofollow'>http://fiddaman.blogspot.com/.</a> You will see through the various articles posted on there that the MHRA have known for some considerable time that Seroxat is not only dangerous in the children population but also the adult poulation too </p>
<p>Bob Fiddaman
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