I've known that addiction is biochemical and psychological, at least I knew it intellectually. But down where I live, I tagged it "character flaw". . . .until an athletic injury in my 40s. The pain killer was great! Not just for the acute injury, but for the accumulated damage from years of sports. . .
About the time for the third dose, I knew I was gonna have a problem - ALL the pain went away, and it was fabulous! I had to get rid of the script, throw it out; I had a high level of confidence I'd keep using it, if it was in the house.
That was tough to do, and before any chemical dependency had taken hold. Dodged a bullet before I was in too deep, and got some slight glimpse on what full blown addiction might be like.
Pain killers can be insidious. There’s studies now that show with only a prescription of 10 days to an opioid your chances of addiction skyrocket.
Which is why when my neurologist started me off with a low dose synthetic opioid the medical insurance covered one week and then stopped and the doc had to fill out extension forms that they’d counseled me on the dangers of addiction and also that they themselves had to see me on a set schedule to look for signs of it. Ugly crazy stuff.
Of course neurologists and their assistants take this in stride and can choose from a whole range of drugs for nerve pain, and that was her plan anyway. But it’s interesting seeing the inside of the pharma-beast this way. Somehow I don’t think the State mandated pretty tri-fold pamphlet with happy models that look healthy inside telling you not to become addicted is going to reach many people. But I have my official copy of it now. (Well it went in file 13. An excellent ten second read and use of taxpayer funds. Sheesh.)
Also have a friend and former manager who ejected from an F-15 and broke his pelvis amongst other things. Not too long after he could get on crutches he and his wife go to Boston to visit family and he decides to cut off the opioids he was on, cold turkey.
So three days into their stay in a hotel in Boston, he hasn’t slept a wink. Ironically his wife is a psychiatrist and notices and says, “You stopped taking the pain killers didn’t you?” He admits he has and he left them back home and she tells him, “You idiot. You’re going through withdrawal!”
As he tells it, she writes him a script on the spot and calls it in herself (I don’t even know if this would be possible today?) and they go pick up the drugs, he takes one, and passes out of exhaustion for like 12-14 hours. Hahaha. He was kinda ticked he couldn’t just stop when he wanted to. You can tell he’s still annoyed that he didn’t have the “willpower” to drop them to this day.
Apparently I can’t stop the neuro pain drug I’m on cold turkey either, it’s a bad idea. So sayeth the bottle and the paperwork and the doc, so I won’t be trying that one if it becomes a problem with side effects or anything. Ha. You get the joy of being weaned off of it.
I was always the guy who took NOTHING. I hate taking drugs. And somewhere in my head I’m still that person and don’t want to lose that. I feel like I’m forced to do it because of the stupid hand pain but I put it off for hours (supposed to be on a schedule) and such just because I dislike it. A necessary evil I guess.
My wife is in medical and has seen it all. I’m still gawking at the shelf after shelf of bags of drugs waiting to be picked up when I have to make a pharmacy run... I have never done pharmacies... and it just floors me. I think half the country is high on something. It’s kinda nuts when you look at it from the outside. It’s a new kind of culture shock for me, honestly. All those bags sitting there.
I know many are just an antibiotic or medicine for a cold or whatever, but a large percentage of those have to be mind-altering in one way or another. The first time I noticed it I wasn’t first in line and I really looked behind the counter just kinda stood there for a minute staring. Wow.
And then I realized there’s at least six pharmacies in my small suburban closest town and two more in the small town 12 miles south of our rural home and all of them have the racks and racks of bags. And probably another four at the edge of the new big city northwest of us. That’s all within a 30 minute drive of our rural home. Then I imagined how many across the entire metro.
Good lord.