We’ve all heard of the opioid crisis here in America. We’ve known that government mandates are forcing doctors to cut back on the opioid prescriptions they write – or face consequences apparently.
We’ve heard that some pharmacies are even limiting the number of tablets/capsules one can take home – even with legitimate prescriptions for a full month.
We all believed these were for the Schedule 2 and up types of narcotics. We were wrong. Even Tylenol #3, a schedule 3 pain medication is being limited.
My pain clinic will no longer write prescriptions for narcotics for my type of pain. They don’t care – no one cares – that the protocols that many of us have been on for years, that are working, and that we are working well within, are now suddenly being changed. We have to suddenly change our medications to something that could potentially damage us, or our quality of life.
Last year about this time I was on two such medications and suffered horrific side effects. I was bedridden for months, and when Michael had to go out-of-town, I had to stay with my sister – so she could watch over me. Did you hear that? The medications I was on made it imperative that I not be left alone. But this is what I’ll be forced to go back to now that the government has stepped in and told my doctor how to treat me.
It’s not fair, and I’m really angry about it. But, there is only one thing I can do, and that is to stop taking the medications. I shouldn’t be forced to, but I’m very tired of being pigeon-holed into the drug addict category and having to justify why I should be on them.
I’m an herbalist! I can and WILL find an alternative that is better for me and has no harsh side effects. I’ve already started researching and experimenting.
And please, before you start talking to me about using marijuana, just don’t. I don’t want to be rude, but, I’m not about to start using something the federal government considers illegal. I’m not about to lose my 2nd Amendment Rights just for using an illegal substance. It’s a whole argument I’m not going into here, just understand that it’s my choice and this is how I feel. I am currently looking at the CBD oils and salves though.
The first round of testing is underway and showing promising results! Already, after a cup of tea, my pain level is drastically reduced. So, I’m really hoping I’ll be able to find effective pain relief and kiss prescription pain meds goodbye.
She wakes at 1:30am and writhes, clutching her abdomen. I think, “Yeah! I did it again!” Gotcha!!
Her good morning cuddle with her hubby was going very well until I interrupted her, causing that cool sound she makes when I visit, and bonus! She’s gritting her teeth again. Yeah! Another score! Gotcha!
She’s feeling positive today… what can I do to change that? Oh wait, I know, I’ll derail her optimism with my special gift. Oh goodie, she’s crying…. Gotcha!!
She’s been trying for hours to find a comfortable position and relax. Nope, that’s not gonna happen! Gotcha!
Her stress level is so high her shoulders are up around her ears. Yeah!!! I’m so good at this!
She has so many things to do – all in an attempt to forget I exist… not that I’ll let that happen! Gotcha!
Hmmm, she thinks she’s going out with friends this evening…. “Not if I can help it!” I think with an evil smile. Time to turn it on! Now she’s taking medicine and trying to get rid of me. Ha! Gotcha!
She may smile at everyone and say “I’m fine, thank you,” but I know the truth. I make her miserable. Gotcha!
She’s had two very painful procedures, an exploratory surgery and more doctor’s visits than she can count and I’m still here. After four years, I know she’s beginning to think I’ll never go away. Yeah!!! Gotcha!
There is nothing better than that special moment when she’s at 9.9 on the scale and nothing is helping. This is where I shine like the star I am. I live for those times when she’s so scared and feels so hopeless… Double Gotcha!
Who am I?
I am Kathy’s chronic pain.
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Yesterday, I was diagnosed with Chronic Pain and became one of the millions of Americans who suffer with this. It feels very discouraging to be told there is no cure for you, and no way to accurately determine where your pain is coming from other than a general area. I’ve had so many tests and scans to try and figure it out, and now, with it going on for over 8 months, I’m classified as a Chronic Pain Sufferer.
My treatment is pain medication. They gave me a trial for Lyrica to see how I like it. But I can tell you already, on the first day of it, I don’t like it. I’m foggy and sleepy. But I promised to give it a trial and I will.
Add this to my diagnosis for Migraine with Aura and overlapping Meniere’s Disease symptoms. I could laugh at all this and say “Hey! Now I have a reason for being dizzy! I’m on Lyrica! or other pain medicine…”
I’m pretty down at the moment. Its frustrating to go so many months with a condition trying to find a cure for it, only to find out I’ll have to live with it and just manage the pain. That’s just like having to learn to live with being dizzy all the time, no cure, just finding a way to manage it.
I’m having one more big test next week to see if there is anything else it might be.
Then…. I”m done. No more tests. I will learn to live with this just as I have learned to live with vertigo. I will continue to work, walk, take photos, enjoy life with Michael, and more, because I’m more than this ‘statistic’, I am more than a ‘sufferer’. And… I’m just enough of a bitch to not let it stop me.
Thanks, Kathy (Oh… and its snowing again…… ;-))
I’ve come to the conclusion I have insensitive children. AND since they are convinced by their grandmother and father that I abandoned them, I can honestly say that they are cruel, insensitive, narrow minded and just plain hurtful – and its not my fault!
How I wish that made me feel better!
My daughter and her husband came out to Virginia the beginning of the is month, for family business. But they didn’t tell me of course since my daughter doesn’t speak to me anymore. I know what the family business is, and since my son refuses to acknowledge me, I wasn’t about to interject myself into his life – even as a support for him. I’m not a glutton for punishment. (Well maybe I am since I can’t stop loving my children even though they hate me.)
My son-in-law once told me that if ‘anything had happened’, they would let me know. Well lets see…. that was after I begged someone to tell me if I had a third grandchild or not, and if my daughter made it through the delivery – I had heard not a single word, despite repeated pleas.
- Now, my daughter and son-in-law have moved and I have no new address. That’s an important ‘something that happened’ don’t you think?
- They were close to my area (relatively speaking since they live in California) and didn’t let me know. I would have thought that would be a great ‘something that happened’ but I guess they didn’t want to have to hurt me by saying I couldn’t visit with them while they were out here…. Oh wait, they really don’t care about hurting me.
- My daughter is pregnant with my fourth grandchild. That’s somewhat important, and a ‘something that happened’ but… they couldn’t be bothered to let me know, I had to read it on her blog.
I have to think that they are a product of their raising. Since I wasn’t allowed to be a large part of their lives, or given the respect I deserved for being their mother, they weren’t taught some very important life lessons: the most important is respect. The second, don’t be cruel and hurtful. Another lesson: how to think for themselves. What about: how to not judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. And so much more I could fill a book.
All they know is narrow minded thinking. Learned at the knee of their narrow minded and vicious grandmother and follower father.
Good job folks – I hope you’re proud of the kind of people you influenced my children to be. Especially with my son – you did SUCH a great job on him didn’t you?
Don’t mind me, I’m only ranting so I’m not screaming because it hurts so much…