Through a series of unfortunate health mishaps, I became quite disabled. I am better now (mostly emotionally), but it’s been a long, slow, slog, through the medical community seeking help, and relief. I will most likely never again be that bouncing bunny of energy I used to be. My daily routine is about managing my energy and pain levels. The better I get at that, the more likely it is that you will not even know of my suffering when you meet me. Hopefully, you will be greeted with a big smile, an encouraging word, and a warm hug. I don’t want the conversation to be about Me – how terribly boring. I want it to be about whatever wonderful things we can discuss or do together. In this article, I will share with you my journey to get off the pain meds and stay off them.
There are two reasons I think this is an important topic. Firstly, what happens when you can’t get the drugs your body has become dependent upon in order to function? Secondly, while the drugs mask the pain, their side effects include severe brain fog and loss of some bodily control functions. The pain killers sure feel like miracle drugs until you can’t get your prescription filled, or you find yourself shopping for Depends.
I’m not going to spend time here describing my various illnesses, but let’s just say “The old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be”, and leave it at that. I also want to state upfront, that I am not against traditional medicine – traditional medicine saved my life, at least twice. It’s very difficult to find the right team of doctors, and especially when you can’t think straight and are in a lot of pain with no energy and tolerance left. May God bless all of you who have been down that path! It works best when you have one or more Advocates, who have your best interest at heart, and who help you maneuver through “the system”. And best when a few of them stick by you for the long haul. I was very blessed to have several family members who basically took over my life for a period of time, got me to doctors’ offices, the infusion center, picked up prescriptions, kept track of the paperwork and insurance billing, shopped, and cooked for me, helped me bathe and brush my hair, and listened to me even when nothing I said made sense. I am forever grateful for them.Continue reading“Painkillers and TEOTWAWKI – Part 1, by Anonymous”