Last week, my esteemed colleague Sandi of Sandi’s Ow! posted an article about her growing anger with those who abuse pain medicine. These people are making it harder for legitimate narcotic users to get medicine, such as Sandi and myself. Well, I had planned to write about my own horrible pain pill adventures before I even knew Sandi was penning her column about a similar subject. Unlike her, though, I blame the government more than the addicts.
Before we get into the nuts and bolts, let me explain the ordeal I went through attempting to fill my script. For those of you who don’t know, I have been using heavy narcotic pain medication for over ten years. I have four joints replaced, spinal compression fractures, carpal tunnel syndrome, and countless other aches and pains. What can I say? Twenty-five years of Rheumatoid Arthritis has taken its toll on my body. My doctors still want me to have some quality of life, though, and in order to facilitate that, my pain has to be controlled otherwise I won’t get up in the morning. With no other remedy, I take narcotics. A lot of narcotics.