Instead, I ended up in the emergency room, having grand mal seizures over and over,
and topped off with a mild
heart attack. I seriously thought I had the flu, but when the whole bed starting shaking and the nurse ran off to get the doctor. I fell of the damn bed, and when I finally woke up, I had saline and Valium coursing through my veins. The doctor explained how quickly the withdrawal can set in from Klonopin, and I didn't have the flu, I was withdrawing.