That's why I never took LSD either, spent to much time watching my roommate on it, pacing around the room talking to herself :D

The ugly part of Demerol is feeling like you are not part of what is going on and that, whatever it is, it is not going right. There is a growing conviction that something is terribly wrong with you and you will not get better. If the drug works by blocking certain parts of your brain to prevent sensation of pain, maybe in the process it also blocks some links to the reasoning centers. At least they immediately switched you to the perc and you did not have to stay on a drip with Demerol for a few days, that's when it starts getting really acute. At least I know now that it was not just an allergic reaction on my part, I've heard stories from 2 other people who experienced the same effects.

wtf are you talking about? yeesh. wisdom teeth, not heroin addiction.

The really, really good shit they give you is the Versed. If you have a good and understanding anesthesiologist, they'll push it REAL slow.

Like being surrounded by nice warm waves of happy.

Now, if only I had been in the position to enjoy the post op morphine ...

Exactly. Pain medication should not make you feel like the down side of something so nasty that you would have never taken it anyway.

Three cheers for Versed, I've had it twice now and it is just about perfect. You don't get spaced out and afterwards it just wears off and you don't even realize it because you are perfectly normal. The only side effect I had was looking up and realizing I could read the charts all the way across the operating room without my glasses! That could mean my eyes were crossed :blush:

I had to get all 4 out in the Mid 1990s with no insurance and little income. So I joined a U Texas pain medication study as a guinea pig. There were about 10 of us cranked through the chair with in a few hours. I wasnt totally out, and my lowers caused some struggle, leaving big torn hollows. I recall the presure and the popping, not unlike uprooting an old stump. I then had to go to the recovery room for a couple hours, with the other subjects and try the pain meds. We didnt know if we got the real shit or the sugar. We had to fill out pain charts every 15 minutes. If after 1 hour we were in pain we could request the real shit. I went for the sure thing as soon as I was greenlighted. Few days of looking like Ted Kennedy, and I was fine.

Drugs don't kill people. People kill people. For the record, Demerol is synthetic morphine but I prefer it to the real stuff. Less burning when it goes intravenous. Percocets are wonderful drugs, as are vicodin--if you can get something more than the lame 5mg hydrocodone/500mg tylenol set up. I like the 7.5/500 or the 10/500. Now you're getting somewhere. Nitrous oxide is hippie crack. I've witnessed the phenom at many a Dead show. Amazing stuff. Of course, we never indulged ourselves. :D

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I’ve told this before so, if you heard it...take five.
The night before my first wedding, staying at the Best Man’s house miles from my normal haunts, I swallowed the cap to my front tooth. Asked the hospital for help and they said “wait for it”. You can fill in the methodology. :o

So the Best Man’s wife, who is about 10 months pregnant, takes me to their dentist, after arranging for an emergency cap job.
Sit chatting in the crowded waiting room until the nurse comes out and says “Will the young man that’s getting married today please come in”.
Much murmuring and glancing at Ms Very Pregnant and myself.

Anyway, I went back to this dentist for a permanent cap and he told me I had 3 teeth that needed to come out. I was well aware of that as I’d had a constant battle with my teeth but finances were scarce, so I ignored them as much as possible.
He said he could put me in the hospital and blue cross/blue shield would cover.
Dentistry for nothin’ and care for free...sign me up, Doc. :thumbsup:

What he didn’t tell me is BC/BS covered if there were a minimum of 7 teeth to be extracted.
Woke up in the recovery room with a mouth full of stitches and a huge hangover. Seems the wisdom teeth weren’t ready and he had to excavate and blast. Stitches leave odd dangly bits sticking out and every damn one is connected to a major nerve. They gave me pain pills of some sort (one day supply) then aspirin and tough it out.

Last year when I dislocated my shoulder they gave me 40 oxycodone/apap 5mg-325mg which worked quite well. I’ve got 23 left.

It kind of frightens me when people know too much about prescription drugs, or drugs in general. I mean, I know a fair amount about mary jane, but that's pretty mild, and it's mostly because I have a farmer friend who loves to talk about his pot crops (doesn't grow anymore, though). When it comes to other stuff, though ... well, I'm sure if I spent time in the trenches, I'd figure it all out.

But it's just downright scary to hear people rattle off drug composition and dosages. I guess if you're going to ingest it, you might as well get familiar with it, but it edges on a certain threshold that I'm not willing to cross.

That didn't make much sense. I'm really tired tonight.

It's a hazard of the medical profession to know all the details. ;)

Party at bruce's!!

(Inevitable disclaimer: this comment was posted for humorous effect. I would never advocate taking medications not prescribed for you by a physician.)

Settle down. Bri's a nurse.

wisdom teeth , hell dentestry in general .
I had my wisdom teeth taken out when i was stationed in IceLand , to be truethfull the Dentist cut out my molers and let the wisdom teeth grow in as they were in better shape than my molers . Now let me clearafy , dude did a nerve block on both sides ( you know when they push a LONG needle up in side of your cheek and they know they have hit the nerve when you flinch and a tear roll down your cheek ) , he used not those nice shiney new instruments but home made instruments and a scalple , as he had a conversation with a friend of his that was observing , he described EVERY GORY detail . I was FULLY awake but trying to block out the pulling and ( literly ) Mashing of my teeth( with a FUCKING HAMMER AND CHISEL!!!! ) . FuckStick didn't even give me any good pain meds , he said , and i quote " just take 2 extra srength tylenols and a bufferd asprin every 4 hours , if it hurts drink some luke warm coffie !!!!!!!"
Damn if that didn't work !!!

The next worse dental experence was in boot camp , i had to have a filling done , at the clinic on Paris Island they use rubber dams ( this is a sheet of rubber with special clips attached around the teeth that need work on to keep the debree from falling down your throut ) , FuckStick officer looks at the x-ray , comes in and shoots me up with novacane in the general area , attaches the clamps to the wrong tooth ( i am a recrute at this point , recutes DON'T correct superiors ) , installs the rubber dam , and starts drilling , on the WROND FUCKING TOOTH ( no novacane there !!!!!!!!!) ,
I knocked him ALL the way accross the dental clinic , he came back ashen faced asking what was wrong , I said as calmly as i could " Sir you are drilling on the wrong tooth ,SIR!! " . he looked at the x-ray again and looked at where he had installed all this dental hardware and said " Oh , I did miss it , didn't I ?" With a silly fucking grin on his face . He shot me up again and did the work right after that . Got to love those dentest trainees !!!!!! :rar:

Yeah, you have a point there, but let me explain that learning about drugs was not my idea. I never enjoyed the feeling that I was not in control of my surroundings, so I was actually pretty straight all through college and many years of dating. I know some of the other gals here are in health care, but I got an education while spending the proverbial time wracked up in the trenches. The head of Pulmonary Medicine at St. Joseph's Hospital in Phoenix did not have the brains to diagnose an embolism and I was finally wheeled into an emergency room with about 15 minutes left on my life clock when they got things flowing again and I could breathe. That was 15 year ago, and since they I've had to visit a lot of hospitals because if somebody is on a high dose of Coumadin, you even look at them and they start bleeding. Try having a piece of expandable plastic called a Rhyno shoved up your nose all the way to the cavity behind your eyes to stop a hemorrhage, think that don't hurt? Last summer I had a Right Heart Cath, I'm getting hardened so I watched the whole thing. I paid for it, might as well learn something while I am at it. To make a 15-year story short, I have to let doctors do all kinds of unpleasant things to me but I don't TRUST them anymore. It was a doctor who was "the best of the best" who put me here. So the minute anybody comes at me with a needle or some pills in their hand, they end up with their wrist grabbed and they don't get near me without a complete explanation of what it is and what it does and show me the entry on my paperwork. This is how I have prevented hospital staff and one doctor from giving me the wrong meds, unneeded meds, and once a DOUBLE injection of anticoagulants which would have killed me right there in that hospital bed. I've never taken any PAIN med for recreational purposes, but I was really popular for a while in a certain group of associates who found out that my medicine cabinet was filled with barely opened bottles of some pretty heavy stuff :D

Arf. :3_eyes: :eek: