Found this in a book of quotes belonging to Mom. Ruth Heinold wrote this, copied it from a book, in the 1940s. “If my companions on the planet’s crust choose to rage about, they cannot affect me! I will not let them. I have the power to maintain my own calm, and I will. No earthly being can force me to be false to my principles, or to be blind to the beauty of the universe, or to be gloomy, or to be irritable, or to complain against my lot. For these things depend on the brain; cheerfulness, kindness, and honest thinking are all within the department of the brain. The disciplined brain can accomplish them.” ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
Genitalia Discussion, Anyone? Oh, wait! First a news flash. I had to sign a Pain Contract with my new internist. New contract meant a piss test. So I gave them my sample and get this — the nurse called me to let me know I “passed my drug test”. “Well, hot damn!” I told her, “I kinda’ thought I would.” Fortunately, being me, this 61 year old, looks-like middle-class educated white woman schtick I do pays off with repartee’ and comedy routines with doctor’s office personnel. Odd thing here is, after 4+ years at my previous pain clinic, no one ever reported my urinalysis results to me. And I was assured they weren’t “actively looking for” pot, it’s the meth, the bad ass amphetamines that matter. Oh, and heroin. I knew I was safe from the state’s probing ways, but it did strike a chord that no one ever talked about my piss tests at Dr. Billy’s. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
What began as a “what the hell?” moment quickly turned into my own personal hell. The story could be told in a day by day diary of the effects but I feel that’s too personal so I will combine what happened into a paragraph or two. As long as everyone understands, this withdrawal process took months. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
It’s hard to describe what it feels like to be dismissed from a facility I’d been part of for over four years. Dr. Smith administered steroid injections, he prescribed my pain management protocol and above all — he was approachable and humorous. Once he remarked “You’re the only patient I have that knows how to read, there’s no one to show it to” when I tried to comment on a New York Times article I’d recently read about how to rate pain. I considered my relationship with his staff to be above the cordial receptionist-nurse to patient repartee. We chatted often about family and life in general. Dr. Smith’s nephew was a massage therapist, with a massage business in the pain clinic office, and I’d often availed myself to his services — trying to loosen up the muscles in my neck. A half-hour massage was $35, cash, and apparently Medicare paid for part of it but a full hour was not covered at all and cost $60. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
ok, like I said before, you need to go to July 18, 2016 and read forward to this post in order to get the flow of the article if you’re just starting to read it. This is the raw, unedited version of my pain meds withdrawal story, so it’s subject to change, to misspelled words, to the need for links and citations. Regardless of all that, it is raw in another sense — emotional. Seven month later and it’s still amazes me that I did it. I left Oxy behind me and learned to live with the rollercoaster of pain. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
and so the story continues, if you don’t read these posts in reverse order, there might be a bit of confusion, so go back to July 18, 2016 and start there, moving toward each post. BEGIN: Oxycontin, the patent-protected time-release pain medication and its kissing cousin, oxycodone the generic non-time-release, had only been around since 1995. Was there really enough research on long-term use? ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
Life Beyond the Fray: Recovering From Four Years of Prescription Oxycontin by Valerie MacEwan, written the month of July in the year 2016, seven months after detoxing from opiates. The first in a series outlining my withdrawal from pain meds after being prescribed Vicodin, Tramadol, Oxycontin, Oxycodone for over ten years. How I did it. The Thomas Recipe and the betrayal of my pain clinic — and more. It’s going to take some time to write it all. I’ll publish it in bits. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.