Showing posts with label marcaine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marcaine. Show all posts

10 May, 2008

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK?(!)



I'm having mixed results with the extended-release Ritalin. Yesterday I awoke at two p.m. but had to go to sleep at ten p.m. last night. I was freaking exhausted, despite having taken a Rit promptly upon waking.

Perhaps the release isn't so extended...

But the previous day I couldn't get to sleep until six or seven a.m. I had been awake for what felt like forever, but was probably about sixteen hours.

And now I'm awake and it's eight a.m. However, I woke up at three.

Perhaps in the struggle between Ritalin (amphetamine) and Klonopin (tranquilizer), the Klonopin wins... But K hasn't made me tired for about a decade.

I can't make sense of this.

Perhaps I'm being worked over by the impending decision from Social Security re whether I'm disabled according to them. The sound of the executioner sharpening his blade sings beside my ears...

In other news, I think I could go for a nice round of marcaine shots. My neck isn't as flexible as it used to be and the trigger points in my back make it painful for me to sit back in chairs. Also, my migraines are worse than they used to be.

So it may be time to see Dr 9 for the only thing he's good for and believes in: those damn shots of his. ...My TENS unit just isn't a good enough proxy for those shots.

(Man what a boring post. I should have waited for the Ritalin to kick in before writing.)

Now I have to go hide my drugs. A certain person is visiting today, is a fucking pill fiend, and would rather I wish for death due to lack of narcotics than he be high.

He does have a legitimate problem with his back, but won't get his own Oxy prescription, which he has said time and again his doctors are more than willing to give him. Instead he sticks to taking overdoses of Tylenol through taking assloads of Vicodin and his liver must be as black as our lungs by now (each of us has been smoking for about fifteen years).

How am I to sympathize?

...And now I have Ritalin, which he would be more than happy to ingest like a behind-schedule trucker...

One's possession of heavy drugs easily turns certain of one's friends and loved ones into con men and snakes who search for your the pills you hide and protect like unhatched eggs...

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02 April, 2008

DR. 9'S FIBROMYALGIA 'TREATMENTS' AND THEIR COSTS!:



I received an itemized bill today that gives a near-complete breakdown of the treatments I received from Dr 9 and their costs. Please note that there was absolutely no long-term improvement in my pain during this time. (The only relief was from Demerol and an IV of Toradol. Each lasted only a few hours.)

Also please note the insane expense I had to go to with Dr 9. Please compare it with the expense of seeing Dr ML&S, who has enormously enhanced my quality of life and greatly reduced my pain:

MONTHLY:
Visit: $25 copay
OxyContin: $10 copay

SHAMELESS BEGGING: You hitting the DONATE button on your right would be pretty freaking sweet right about now!

KEY:
Trigger-point injections: Marcaine (a cousin of lidocaine) was injected into various trigger points in my shoulders and back to try to ease my pain. They didn't. At all. Most doctors seem to believe that if one's trigger points are "taken care of," fibro pain will go away. Bullshit, stupid, false info that needs to be erased.
Depo-medrol: Steroid. Ineffective.
Demerol: Heaven when given IM. Narcotic analgesic.
Phenergan: Probably used in my treatment as a sedative/pain reliever. Completely ineffective.
Toradol: NSAID: Non-Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory: Stupid. Fibro does not involve inflammation. But IV Toradol was somewhat effective at easing my pain. IM it was useless (I received it only once IV, and so when is not noted below. Apologies.)
Tigan: Given to combat the constant nausea from my daily migraines. Somewhat effective. Given on every visit but the first few, though not noted on the bill.
Nubain: Some kind of bullshit-wannabe-narcotic. Given for pain. Not effective... Or was it? I'm having a fibro fog day... Locked keys in a running car... Please see the post on or after the day I was given Nubain to read what I really thought about it.
Benadryl: Explained here only to be thorough: Antihistamine. Why would a fibromyalgian be given this shit IV? Hell if I know...
IM: Intramuscular: This is shorthand to note that the drug was injected into my ass muscles.
IV: Intravenous: You know this and I know you know -- explaining to be thorough: shorthand for noting the drug or "treatment" was injected into a vein.

1/9/08:
Office/outpatient visit: $225
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Depo-medrol IM, 80mg: $30

1/16/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Depo-medrol IM, 80mg: $30

1/21/08
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Demerol IM, 100mg: $5
Phenergan IM, 50mg: $7
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48

1/22/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Drain/inject small joint or bursa: $125
Depo-medrol IM, 40mg: $22
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48

1/23/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Depo-medrol IM, 20mg: $8

1/24/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20

1/28/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20

1/29/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $220
Injection administration: $20
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48
Nubain IM, 10mg: $10
Tigan, swallowed, 200mg: $16

1/30/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Depo-medrol IM, 80mg: $30

1/31/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Depo-medrol IM, 80mg: $30

2/4/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48

2/5/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20

2/6/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Phenergan IM, 50mg: $7
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48
Demerol IM, 100mg: priceless. Lame joke and I apologize: $5

2/11/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Benadryl HCL IV, 50mg: $5
IV hydration (because I was in so much pain I could no longer eat or drink -- even water -- IBS, nausea, on and on... The nurse blew out one of my veins that day, and it hurts to this one, nearly two months later): $105
IV push (of Benadryl. ...That's right, I was charged the following amount for someone pushing a syringe's plunger): $25

2/13/08
Office/outpatient visit: $70 (for some reason... Or none at all.)
Multiple trigger-point injections: $100
Injection administration: $20
Toradol IM, 15mg: $48

2/14/08
Office/outpatient visit: $105
Toradol IM, 15mg: $12
IV infusion for therapy (likely hydration): $105
IV push (gimme the syringe so I can press down with my thumb, dammit!): $25
IV all other solutions (who knows what the hell went in my vein that day): $5

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05 February, 2008

I HATE THE WORLD SLIGHTLY LESS!



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It turns out that my visit to my new shrink -- actually, he wasn't a shrink, but a psychologist -- was quite productive. He agreed that I need to be on a pain management protocol.

Pills, people. Stronger than Vicodin.

He agrees I need to enter the land of as-pain-free-as-possible.

And I love him.

The coolest moment was this:

I came off a rant, describing my pain, the red-hot pokers jabbed halfway through my torso from the back, six on each side of my spine, the constant marathoner's lactic acid burn in my legs, the aching in my arms that makes them feel swelled like spinached Popeye, the always-on migraine (and its friends nausea, phono- and photophobia), and he said

"Don't take this the wrong way, and don't get mad... but I really wouldn't want to be you.

"To the extent I can imagine what it must be like to be you, I wouldn't trade places with you for anything. You have to go to U of M, to Detroit, to Chicago... You have to get on a program that Dr 9 can stick to..."

I thanked him because he was the only one who hadn't condescended to me after my pain-description tirade. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. Try to stay positive." Christ. Let me douse you with gasoline, light a match and you try to fucking stay positive.

The good doctor is going to stay (very) late to dictate a message to Dr 9 to tell him that I need to get on an extremely aggressive pain management protocol. And he's going to follow up.

He cares.

Caring is creepy for a doctor to do in this purgatory of a town.

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WHAT GOES ON!



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1) Patient has pain that curtails his sleep.

2) His sleep is shortened because he cannot bear to be on his back or sides for more than four to five hours.

Action: Prescribe tizanidine for headaches.

3) Patient continues to have pain that curtails his sleep for same reason as above.

Action: Increase dose of tizanidine for headaches.

EVEN MORE ACTION!:

1) Patient experiences headache-pain relief from trigger-point injections given during the week, plus GI cocktails given for nausea, plus Maxalt 20mg.

2) Patient given prescription for 20 Vicodin tablets to help him w/ pain control over the weekend, when patient is unable to get TP injections, GI cocktails, limited Maxalt.

3) Patient takes Vicodin tablets every hour for pain relief.

4) Patient does not achieve adequate pain relief from Vicodin.

Action: Patient is prescribed Ultram, a weaker painkiller, for pain control on the weekend.

WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?

The first little tale shows us that all pain but patient's headache pain is being ignored at the cost of patient's sleep quality and possible sanity.

The second tale shows us that the fucking gods must be fucking crazy.

Vicodin, at very high doses, does not give patient adequate pain relief (not even close, while endangering his liver w/ all the APAP aka Tylenol).

So patient is prescribed Ultram, a WEAKER pain reliever.

How is patient to achieve sufficient pain relief with a medicine that is weaker than Vicodin which is, itself, insufficient?

AND NOW FOR A NICE RANT!:

Why is the treatment of fibro for patients to tough it out and to grin and bear it?

Why isn't the treatment for pain painkillers?

Jesus... A retarded chimp could come up with the solution to this one...

Are fibromyalgians denied painkillers simply because they need narcotics, while others can get by on Aleve, Advil, Tylenol, etc.?

(Hint: The answer is yes.)

Programming note: Today I go to my new shrink, who I wager will make it his job to "cure" me of the above way of thinking.

He's welcome to try.

[Pain and anxiety: IT'S PEOPLE! PAIN AND ANXIETY IS PEOPLE!]



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31 January, 2008

DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS!



swallowed, morning
-2mg Klonopin
-300mg Lyrica
-40mg Prozac
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

At the doctor's office!:
swallowed
anti-emetic cocktail

dissolved on tongue, swished around mouth and then swallowed
Maxalt, 10mg
Maxalt, 10mg, headache relieved to 4/10

trigger points injected
-back, right side spine, marcaine (~2" above yesterday's)
-back, left side spine, marcaine (~2" above yesterday's)

swallowed, mid-day
-2mg Klonopin
-Vicodin (7.5mg hydrocodone/750mg APAP) X2

going to be swallowed, night
-2mg Klonopin
-300mg Lyrica
-40mg Prozac
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax
-3mg Zanaflex
-10mg Abilify

I don't know what Abilify is. And I hate that, because I pride myself on being a walking pharmaceutical encyclopedia (Google after this). Here is all I know:

I walked into my shrink's office yesterday.

"How are you Mr Macklin."

"Well, I've felt like I've been having a constant heart attack since you both took me off Effexor and lowered my Klonopin dose from six to four milligrams."

"Do you feel anxious right now?" Barely a question, but more than a weird statement (like the above how-do-you-do). "Like you are having a heart attack?" (I don't write stilted dialogue. Guy just didn't use contractions. He spoke in a not-unpleasant, clipped, second-generation American Indian dialect. Which I'm trying to represent. Bonus: I speak just as though I am horribly pretentious.)

"Yes. I always feel that way now." But my detached attitude and learned-helplessness-colorless voice wasn't selling it. Flat affect.

"How is your sleep?"

"I only get four hours a night. Four and a half if I'm lucky. The pain and whole feeling-like-you-re-going-to-die-thing is a sweet alarm clock."

"I'll write you a script for Abilify. It should help you sleep. If it knocks you out the first night and you feel groggy when you wake up, just break the pill in half the second night."

He was writing his scripts, his mind was set, the session was over.

So I grabbed the paper entitling me to a month's supply of what Dr. 9 described today as an anti-psychotic of sorts, 4mg Klonopin per day, and 40mg Prozac per day.

There goes the shrink. I won't see that small man, not even for three minutes, again. Not if I play my cards right.

***
I hate that I can be prescribed what could be, for all I know, Super-Thorazine, in a three-minute session. Based on the fact I haven't been sleeping much? Maybe I was just on a meth binge. Or was it my flat affect?

[Pain, head: 4/10; thorax, 8/10; limbs, 6/10.Anxiety: Mind your own business on this one thing this one time, would you?]

PS: Vicodin X3 now.
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30 January, 2008

DRUGS TAKEN VARIOUS WAYS!:



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swallowed, morning
-2mg Klonopin
-300mg Lyrica
-40mg Prozac
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

At the doctor's office!:
swallowed
anti-emitic cocktail (no alcohol. How can something be called a cocktail if there is no booze in it? Especially if it tastes like charcoal, then leaves your tongue, mouth and throat numb?)

dissolved on tongue, swished around mouth and then swallowed
Maxalt, unknown dosage
Maxalt, unknown dosage (second time, charm -- headache mostly gone -- 4/10)

injected, trigger points
-back, right side spine, marcaine
-back, left side spine, marcaine

injected, intramuscularly
-depo-medrol, right "hip" (ass-cheek)

swallowed, mid-day
-2mg Klonopin

going to be swallowed, night
-.5mg Mirapex
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

(I'm sure I'm leaving something out... I just don't feel up to checking my night-time med-sched. [sorry for the rhyme.] It's been a long day... Blowing snow, ice everywhere,... Driving -- being driven about 100 miles from clinic to shrink to psychologist... I hate Wednesdays... But I love my psychologist. He has a bumper sticker on his Jeep: "When the going gets weird the weird turn pro." HST)

[Pain: I have that.

Anxiety: I have that too.]
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29 January, 2008

MY DRUG DIET, STARRING THE INJECTABLES!:



.
MONDAY!:

swallowed, morning
-2mg Klonopin
-300mg Lyrica
-40mg Prozac
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

injected, trigger points
-shoulder, right, X2, marcaine
-shoulder, left, marcaine

swallowed, mid-day
-2mg Klonopin

swallowed, night
-.5mg Mirapex
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

Tuesday!:
swallowed, morning
-2mg Klonopin
-300mg Lyrica
-40mg Prozac
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

injected, trigger points
-shoulder, right, marcaine
-shoulder, left, marcaine
-skull, base, right, marcaine
-skull, base, left, marcaine

injected, intramuscularly
-Toradol, left "hip" (ass-cheek)
-some anti-emetic, right "hip" (ass-cheek)
-eventually a drug that sounded like "new-caine." Described as "like Demerol, but without the unpleasant side-effects."

swallowed, mid-day
-2mg Klonopin

swallowed, night
-.5mg Mirapex
-18.7mg Effexor
-50mg Topamax

I was at the clinic for three hours this morning (from nine to twelve, and exactly. I mean spot-on), with a headache I knew would take a lot of work. Also I was incredibly nauseated. So much so that I couldn't eat my cereal this morning. It's always a struggle to get food down in the morning, but today... nothing doing. Disgustingly, the Honey-Nut Cheerios actually slid down my tongue and back into the bowl. That nauseated me all the more.

Anyway, I don't feel like writing because of the "new-caine." I feel like napping -- only eight hours of sleep between the last two nights.

I should say that, with all the needlepoint Dr. 9 and 1 did for me today, Humpty is put back together fairly well...

[Pain, anxiety, overall: 4/10.

...Until tomorrow. I fall of the wall in my sleep.

And jesus christ, at times just how self-absorbed an activity this is hits me like we imagine olde-time doctors slapped newborn babies' asses...

Publish!]
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22 January, 2008

CHOKE ON MY ABRASIVE COMMENTARY!



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The following is what I wrote in response to another blogger's post that referred readers to a book that boasted a "natural cure" for fibromyalgia. Goddam it I cannot fucking
stand books that claim they have the cure.

Um... usually we know what causes something before we know how to fix it. And to date we do not know what causes fibro.

And, regardless, we simply do not have a cure for fibro!

Anyway, enjoy the below. With any luck I've pissed off more than a few people with it.:

I just scanned the site you pointed people to, and it looks like a total croc.

By definition, fibromyalgia has no cure. It's lifelong, debilitating, and INcurable. So there certainly is no "natural cure" for it.

I'm sick of books saying they have cures for fibro. It gives people false hope, when they should be bugging the crap out of their doctors for effective treatments to MANAGE their pain.

My doctor does trigger-point injections (and my head is so much better), 300 of Lyrica, .5 of Mirapex for my jimmy legs (aka RLS), 4 mg Klonopin for anxiety and muscle spasms, working up to 60 mg Cymbalta for depression and possible pain relief, 40 mg Prozac for same, and steroid and pain-relieving intramuscular injections whenever I see him (daily to every other day).

So, you see, fibro is complex, and requires complex treatment.

And if your fibro can or has been cured, baby, you didn't freaking have it and you're harming those of us who really do. You're the people with relatively minor aches and pains that call what you have fibro, then find a cure in a book.

If you have been cured, and genuinely had fibro, you must have found the fountain of youth. I'm sure it wasn't in Florida, as many have thought it would be, since that's where Americans go to die...

Please tell the rest of us where it is!

[Pain: 5/10, head. Today my doctor and I made the breakthrough that my temporomandibular joints are causing the lion's share of my head pain. He only injected the right TMJ -- or, rather, the knotted muscle surrounding it -- because I already had had my 24 hours' worth of marcaine injected into my shoulders' trigger points. So he used lidocaine and depo-medrol on the right side of my face and my jaw relaxed and my headache (mostly) dissipated like London fog on a hot afternoon.

I'm going in tomorrow, too. My doc is injecting both sides, and I could not be more excited to get stabbed in the face repeatedly. It is going to be the best thing to happen to me in years. How fucking odd!

But it is going to be just fucking fantastic...

Pain, body: 8/10.

Anxiety: 7/10. (The shots helped my anxiety, too! And made my dick bigger!)]

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18 January, 2008

AN OPEN LETTER!:



"The first thing they told us in medical school is that no one has ever died from pain, but plenty of physicians have had their careers destroyed trying to help people who are in pain."
--Comment from an emergency room physician requesting anonymity (2001) (1)

I am in pain. Incredible pain -- with an 8/10 being my baseline. It is agony that makes me think of suicide daily, as any sane person would (and, as any sane person might, not act on these thoughts).

You know that the marcaine injections provide me with some headache relief, but leave the rest of me wracked with pain. My head is almost satisfactorily, but certainly not completely, less-painful as a result of the injections...

So, on my best days, my head rates a 5/10 on the pain scale, the rest of me 8/10.

It is likely that it will take a year to two years for the marcaine injections to be given to all of my trigger points, resulting in my having pain that rates a 5/10. A five out of ten. It will be a mammoth improvement if it can be done and I will praise whoever invented marcaine from the highest mountain... But my pain will still be debilitating. Horrible. Nightmarish. I likely will still have to shun light and sound and walk with a cane. I still will be unable to enjoy life.

And doctors will call it the best they can do, pat themselves on the back for another miracle accomplished and flap their angels' wings back to heaven.

I have been given naproxen for pain and inflammation. This is a cruel and sad joke, as well as an insult I do not take lightly (esp. since anyone treating fibro should know we do not have damned inflammation of anything!).

However, if the naproxen masked my pain, it would be fine for me to take it daily for the rest of my life. Countless scripts would be written, and doctor/patient/pink elephants would be happy.
Unfortunately, my pain can only be controlled by the addition of a narcotic to the naproxen (used for this example -- I'm unsure whether there is an actual narcotic med. that contains naproxen).

Why is it fine for me to take naproxen for the rest of what would be an intolerable existence, but not fine for me to take a medication that will do what the naproxen is supposed to do?

Far too many doctors have said that, if I start taking narcotics at 29, I will develop a massive tolerance to them well before I die -- a tolerance that will make them unable to prescribe any more, and therefore leave me with no way to treat my pain. Therefore, I could suffer for decades.

This is untrue and an insult to the intelligence of anyone who hears it. Any person with Internet access can discover this for him-/herself the following: A miniscule amount of naloxone or naltrexone combined or taken with each narcotic dose prevents tolerance. Futher, Proglumide can prevent tolerance to any opioid altogether and, if tolerance already has presented, proglumide can reverse it. (1) Even more, simply switching narcotics, or taking a break from them for a short time, can be helpful.

Doctors have a range of options they are simply unwilling to excersize.

The above shows that one can take an opioid/narcotic medication indefinitely, and that it will be effective indefinitely.

My pain is going to last the rest of my life. It is, by the very definition of fibromyalgia, debilitating, lifelong and incurable.

But it can be effectively managed for the rest of my life, and only managed with narcotic medication.

Why should I be denied this medication, but allowed a laughably ineffective one?

What makes my pain, which is systemic, not worthy of treatment, while anyone with a headache can mask theirs with their choice of OTC meds?

Please explain the difference between me managing pain with a medication containing a narcotic and a person managing arthritis with Aleve. (And no, I do not experience euphoria from narcotics. Since I never have been on the proper narcotic at the proper dose, I've never felt not-pain. For years. Years.)

Specifically, riddle me why the person in this example, who has arthritis, is able/allowed to get total relief from her (I'm imagining a woman) pain, while I must suffer what feels like the worst case of arthritis in all parts of my body (fibro)?

Why can someone with arthritis get relief every day, while a fibro patient who rates 8/10 on a pain scale at his best not get similar relief? Why is the lesser pain, in effect, treated as the more important?

Why are people who experience pain that is, at worst, a 2/10 allowed to mask that pain, but a person who rates 8/10 at his best is not?

It has been said that prescribing me a narcotic medication will result in rebound pain. However, I will not experience this rebound pain as long as I take the medication. Since I will be in this pain my entire life, I never will stop taking this medication.

Which leads us to the logical conclusion that I would never experience rebound pain.
(This is the lamest, stupidest, most unfathomable reason I have been given by doctors who choose not to prescribe the only type of medication that can manage my pain.)

It is common knowledge that opiates do not adequately treat the pain experienced by a fibomyalgian. However, this is not so in my case. And I wonder if what has become common knowledge is simply a result of hundreds of pain doctors (I didn't write "pain management doctors" on purpose) using this supposed reason as an excuse, a way to avoid writing scripts for narcotics. I venture that all fibro patients would respond quite well to them, and ask to be proven wrong.

If I am wrong because the meds can never take a fibro patient's pain away completely, tell me what freaking can.

Onward: I have been on opioid-containing medication in the past, and my pain was reduced. Therefore, it is reasonable to assume that a dose of a controlled-release narcotic coupled with, hopefully, Proglumide (2) would control my pain on a daily basis and could be taken as needed. Should my pain subside -- or as it subsides due to the marcaine injections -- I will simply take, and be prescribed, less.

Also, a doctor already came to the conclusion that I should be on pain management medication, that it is my only hope to live a tolerable existence (the majority of people get to do a lot better than merely tolerable...): Dr. X. The doctor who has seen me, by far, for the longest time compared to any doctor (save my former psychiatrist) and knows me and my history with fibro better than anyone. And the doctor who kept me alive with Percocet while trying every single other medication available to him.

Given these facts, there must be justification for keeping me in pain. I ask, To what end?

Is it not morally/ethically reprehensible for me to be denied the pain relief others enjoy from Tylenol or Advil, simply because their medication needn't contain something synthesized from thebaine or the opium poppy?

Also, please be aware that the national mood toward narcotic pain relievers changed when the GW Bush (ptu!) administration took office, and John Ashcroft (my fingers are dirty from writing his name) began his holy war against narcotic medication.

The public was told OxyContin -- coincidentally and amazingly, darkly comical, the medication I believe most likely to benefit me -- was being diverted from patients and being used by the public. It was to be the next scourge: Hillbilly Heroin.

Those who follow the news should know that the public likes a good drug scare every two years or so. (3) Reporters, in this case, wrote of people who live in the Appalachian Mountains -- a minority looked down upon by most everyone else -- sucking the coating off Oxy to take the stuff straight, without the time release feature. It was called Hillbilly Heroin by magazines and newspapers willing to suck a lie's blood to sell their products.

In this manner OxyContin was demonized and its name sullied because stupid, inbred hicks who live in weird mountains and hate the rest of society take it.

Naturally, the above was almost completely a fabrication. Raise your hand if you know an Oxy abuser. And how is an infitesimal percent of Americans being Oxy abusers for a scourge? A plague in pill form indeed.

(Please see this Google search (4) for a taste of the incredible, horrendous crimes perpetrated on patients in extreme pain by Ashcroft's policies.)

Given the above, is it likely that I am being denied narcotic pain medication, at least in part, because of political and societal pressure on doctors not to treat patients by using narcotics?

Finally, my behaviors suggest those of an insatiable addict. My writing this seems especially desperate. And this is exactly how I should be acting. How would you act, how would any person with sense act, if they were in incredible pain but denied relief from that pain? How many months, years before this person would be driven mad (in every sense of the word) by the fact that effective pain relief is readily available but not prescribed to him? (2)

Justify my not being allowed effective pain management.

Does it turn me into a zombie? Then I'm on the wrong med, the wrong dose or both.
Any negative effects on how I act or am can be dealt with by a doctor skilled in managing pain instead of leaving it be (kinda like the one I'm seeing right now...). Unfortunately, it also takes a doctor who can cowboy the hell up to manage fibro pain aggressively and effectively.

Now please please please: Given all of the above, please describe in detail why my pain should not be managed through narcotic-containing medication. I especially would like an answer to why I can take a pain reliever that doesn't relieve my pain at all, and take it as much as I want, but can take none of a pain reliever that actually relieves my pain.

And I would like to know how anyone can sit by and go about their business, knowing they are next to a person who feels like he has railroad spikes nailed through his spine, who cannot depend on his legs to work, who would spend all his waking hours screaming if only, ironically, his own howls would not increase his pain, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

How is it possible for doctors, friends, family, to remain quiet -- or actively be against -- the only thing that can help a person in the kind of pain that has ruined his entire fucking life?

How is it possible?

(1) http://opioids.com/proglumide/index.html

(2) http://www.eperc.mcw.edu/fastFact/ff_69.htm

(3) http://opioids.com/oxycodone/oxycon.html

(4)http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rls=com.microsoft%3A*%3AIE-SearchBox&rlz=1I7ADBS&q=%22pain+management%22+ashcroft

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16 January, 2008

I'M SO TIRED!



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Wow do I not feel like writing this today. Hopefully that should make this short and bittersweet chocolate.

It's too bad I suggested in my last post that I would would offer my musings on the difference between going in for marcaine injections at a clinic and being prescribed Percocet. I think I wrote that the former (I'm unable to look up the post. Basement office, no Internet access) allows the doctor to have complete control on how one's health is managed, while giving a patient a bottle of pills gives him/her the freedom to take more or less depending on their daily allotment of pain.

This situation makes me angry.

So I guess that sums it all up nicely. I really didn't need an entirely new post to write that...

Then again, I can't leave it at that: Percocet is a narcotic painkiller. Pain. Killer. And the way doctors act, apparently they are not in the business of getting rid of pain. And actual pain management doctors behave this way (see a previous post for a hilarious anecdote!).

Doctors act like pain is a good thing for fibro patients to have -- and maybe it is diagnostically, but I've already fucking been diagnosed with an incurable lifelong disease! I have fibro and I'm going to be in some degree of misery the rest of my goddam life. I'm 29 and walk with a fucking cane. And I just cannot motherfucking fathom how it is to anyone's benefit that I not get any relief that doesn't come through a fucking needle, held securely in a doctor's hand.

My favorite reason that doctors have given me for not prescribing narcotic pain relievers is: "But it will just mask your pain." Yes. That is exactly, 100 percent, absolutely the point. And you, doc, are so stupid your wife must tie your shoes.

And isn't masking their (your?) pain what non-fibromyalgians are allowed to do with OTC meds? Christ, I'm sorry I can't simply take a Tylenol and be fine; my Tylenol needs oxycodone to come along for the ride. All non-fibros can mask their pain as easy as it is to hate Hitler, but fibromyalgians are talked to as if our pain is worth keeping around, for some reason... Simply because it's always there. I have gathered that we are supposed to get used to it.

Unfortunately, to date no one with fibro aka fibrositis has gotten the fuck used to it.

And doesn't the fact that it's forever make masking it that much more important? Or does the suicide rate among fibros really need to climb higher?

(Aside: Yesterday I read that a study showed fibromyalgians have an increased chance of getting cancer than non-fibros. The kicks in the nuts just keep on a-coming...)

So, apparently masking fibromyalgians' pain has no worth... It's better to work on dealing with the trigger points themselves (with marcaine injections) at a snail's pace. My doctor was proud of saying that in three months the injections should reduce my headache pain 50 percent. At the time it elated me. And I'm still happy and grateful that this (please please) will happen.

But there's a tails to every penny: In three months I may be a 5/10 on the pain scale. In three agonizing, excruciating months my headache may be only half what it is now, which will mean itstill will be classified as debilitating.

And at the rate of 50 percent, three months, only my goddam headache pain, I should be pain free when I'm Methusula.

[Pain, head: 3/10. Pain, everything else: 9/10.

Anxiety: 9/10.

Writing while angry: Try it on a card to your girlfriend!]

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13 January, 2008

EVERYTHING CAN KISS MY ASS!



The marcaine is wearing off. Could I get these goddam injections the rest of my life every two weeks? Every day, so doctors can do my entire back, starting at my C1 vertebra, giving me the max daily dose of the solution then going on down to my coccyx then starting all over again in an endless cycle? What relief will that provide?

Everything. fucking. wears. off.

And why are doctors fine with injecting me with a sea of marcaine, but not prescribing a mountain of painkillers?

Is it simply that we're a motherfucking Puritan nation that sticks to The Old Ways? If it isn't, I'm in too much goddam pain right now to think of a better way to be angry about this! ...Still, as a former Catholic, I'm used to the formula: Anything that makes you feel good is wrong. So marcaine burns in the muscle, but gives me relief for two days. Two Kadian could, presumably, do that (I've never taken it -- my experience is with oxycodone and Kadian is extended-release morphine), but without the burn.

But pills are wrong. Pills can be diverted from their intended users...

...Which makes me think I should pull a raid on Lummox Life Care (a hospice with an Orwellian name like all of them). I would steal from only the already dead, and end up with IV bags I would have to store in the snow in the back yard so they stay fresh and sterile. Then I could have myself on a just-perfect drip and write this pablum forever...

Until summer came and the snow melts. Then it would be time to have a serious talk with the parents.

[PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN: 10/10

ANXIETY (repetition of the word is difficult and ineffective... Imagine if you were the noise from the radiator in Eraserhead...): 10/10 -- due, in large part, to how anxious I am about having to be anxious about my pain mismanagement... Fuck I hate the Jesusland.

REMINDER TO CALL DISABILITY LAWYERS TOMORROW: Very important. I have to get my back-pay and get the hell out of Lummox and to a city where there is concrete and public transportation and doctors who accepted long ago that fibro is motherfucking real! (I'm anxious.)]

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12 January, 2008

MARCAINE! MARCAINE! MARCAINE!



No more talk of Percocet: The taste of a new generation is marcaine injections!

I saw my new GP two days ago (I'll be staying with this guy at least until I start up my usual drug-seeking), and he gave me Marcaine injections into one trigger point per shoulder. I don't know how he found what were, apparently, the exact places he needed to inject, since my shoulders are (were? I think I get to use past tense about this for once) knotted as a forest of oak trees. (Ugh. What a horrible metaphor. Grade-school shit. And I apologize.... I feel decent right now and don't want to write. If I'm not in withdrawal, pissing off doctors and shrinks or being a general douchebag, where's the drama? What's the pull?... Please see past posts while I work this out...)

But he did find these magical places and stabbed me with needles and injected the Marcaine solution. He then held the needle in my muscle until the headache I've had all my life lifted off my skull, from the injection site upward.

I then repeatedly threatened the doctor with various signs of affection, but didn't follow through because the med student who was with the doctor didn't seem like the voyeuristic type. And he didn't give the shots, so he wasn't about to get to join in.

But as I walked out of the clinic, I began to believe I was getting my headache back. However, it was just my inability to process the fact I was pain-free from the shoulders up. I didn't feel achy or in pain, but... it felt like the shadow of a headache... Like it was a physical entity, a fog encompassing my head, trying to get back in -- pushing inward from all sides.

As of this writing the relief has gone down my back... The day after the injections I could feel the rest of my body for the first time, without a headache. And it hurt like fucking hell. I took half a Percocet in the afternoon because I wanted to outrun my back, where most of the agony came from. I've seen dogs chase their tails, and the outcome is never very good or interesting. Today, though, is actually a good day.

Then again, I've taken today the five pills a friend gave me yesterday. This Person described them as "better than Klonopin." I thought if they were a lot better, she was giving me the cup of christ. But This Person seemed to give them up too easily for me to be receiving that artifact in dissolvable pill form...

However, the two I took in the morning knocked me out for a few hours, which is a tall feat for any drug, so I would have to say they might eclipse Klonopin. Naturally, further study is warranted... But, then, I wouldn't want to get hooked on anything I can't get my own Rx for...

Or this 5/10 day [the pain scale encroaches upon the body text!] is brought to us by the increase in Lyrica and Prozac taking hold. It's been about a month since the increase, and if the extra mgs are going to do anything, the starting gun should be going off about now.

Or the majority of what seems to be a miracle of science is not that at all, and is due to me being in a waning period. I'd hate it to be that, but know it must be a big part of me not being in so much pain.

...Mustn't it?

[I'm going to cause massive civil unrest by ending this post here, lamely. It's been boring as hell anyway.

Anxiety: 5/10

Willingness to crank out crap: Apparent.]

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