Pain Killers Addictions
 

This is a great story about the use and abuse of pain killers in the military. I think it could relate to many people who have been addicted in other groups besides the military as well. We see in healthcare every year among practitioners and caregivers.


http://www.usatoday.com/news/militar...ce68b11e27%2C0

Chronic pain is a horrible, horrible thing. You don't ever just live with it. The oxy I took for my pain kept me sane until I could get my surgery. I'm not sure what I would have done if the surgery didn't work and I wasn't allowed pain meds, but suicide was definitely on the table.

chronic pain can completely change who you are as a person.

It's a terrible thing.

What they said.
Surgery on Monday. I will tell my surgeon that I don't want any of that shit cut with acetominphen. Liver killers.

Go for the good stuff! No acetominophen!!!

I know my arm is doing my fucking head in. I've got a support thing on my elbow to see if that helps. Sick of necking paracetamol and ibuprofen like they're smarties. Daren't go near the doctor again with it. Last time she stuck a ruddy great needle into the joint. Helped for about a day and then went way worse. Never been quite right since.

That's like 6 months or so and already I am hacked off with it. Must be a bloody nightmare for it to go on for years, especially for those who can't get relief from painkillers. I can see how it could change your personality.

Chronic itching is another thing that can have a profound affect on your state of mind and personality. Lot of people have experience of intermittent eczema/itching. But it's hard to explain how much it affects you if it is pretty much permanent.

Damm Dana, I can't imagine what the itching thing wold be like... sort of a living hell. I see patients get it from intrathecal narcotics and some of them are near crazy with itching.

I love it when Dana talks all in her crazy English slang. Sorry that you have that infernal itching. It must suck. I tell my son about the woman who got poison ivy on her brain and the only way she could scratch it was to think about sandpaper.

Cold comfort.

:eek: oh God, please tell me that's a myth. Oh, oh that just sounds like all my nightmares rolled into one.