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....well that's horse dung!....they could do a regional nerve block....hell, when my old man broke his leg-that's what he got, numb from butt down....and he WATCHED them pound the IM nail into his leg. He was fascinated......
I haven't shared my story here but suffice it to say, for now, that I went through this hell with doctors for ten years. Everything you mentioned and more. I took them exactly as prescribed but still was a nervous wreck because of the fear of being accused of selling them or God knows what. In fact, I was actually brought in once and accused of having morphine in my blood, which was a damned lie! I was livid. At this point, I asked to be weeded off everything. I finally went to a treatment facility and was cleaned out of all meds. I hated being at the mercy of these sanctimonious, heartless doctors and treated like a meth addict on a monthly basis. Yes, I've been there. My heart goes out to all of the sincere chronic pain sufferers. The healthcare system is getting worse, not better.
Before I had the gumption to get off my meds I asked my doctor to explain why things were so dire and regimented? He just shrugged and smugly said, "Welcome to socialism."
This is your heel/Achilles tendon area we are talking about? That is pretty important - don't want to end up with a permanent disability and limited mobility
....well that's horse dung!....they could do a regional nerve block....hell, when my old man broke his leg-that's what he got, numb from butt down....and he WATCHED them pound the IM nail into his leg. He was fascinated......
I'm glad all went OK. Now you have a cool camp-fire story - you were shot (and you wouldn't be lying).Nah, but it came dang close. Yeah, I thought about the Achilles' tendon, worried for a minute that I'd maybe permanently hobbled myself. Eeek! But instead it just went into my heel bone.
I thought that didn't seem right. I've heard of people having whole broken arms or legs completely numbed, and getting major work done whilst the patient was wide awake. But...whatever. Anesthesia did the trick. The only thing that made me nervous was getting my arms strapped into that crucifix-shaped gurney, with tubes stuck into my arm...felt a little TOO much like being prepped for lethal injection! Rather eerie...but then came the 'relaxing' juice, and things became sorta funny. And then, lights out!
Everything went fine. Went pretty quick. Nail is GONE, and am feeling little to no pain at all. No more hobbling, hopping around with the aid of a walking stick, nope. Had no nausea. Sis picked me up and we went straight out to breakfast. I'll be back to work Monday, no sweat...but with a firm resolve to watch what the hell I'm doing, yer bugger!
And work is footing the bill, so that's cool. All in all, an interesting experience. I urge you all to try it sometime. (Derf)
And work is footing the bill, so that's cool
...big relief man....I was concerned.....wanted to make sure a brutha was good.....Nah, but it came dang close. Yeah, I thought about the Achilles' tendon, worried for a minute that I'd maybe permanently hobbled myself. Eeek! But instead it just went into my heel bone.
I thought that didn't seem right. I've heard of people having whole broken arms or legs completely numbed, and getting major work done whilst the patient was wide awake. But...whatever. Anesthesia did the trick. The only thing that made me nervous was getting my arms strapped into that crucifix-shaped gurney, with tubes stuck into my arm...felt a little TOO much like being prepped for lethal injection! Rather eerie...but then came the 'relaxing' juice, and things became sorta funny. And then, lights out!
Everything went fine. Went pretty quick. Nail is GONE, and am feeling little to no pain at all. No more hobbling, hopping around with the aid of a walking stick, nope. Had no nausea. Sis picked me up and we went straight out to breakfast. I'll be back to work Monday, no sweat...but with a firm resolve to watch what the hell I'm doing, yer bugger!
And work is footing the bill, so that's cool. All in all, an interesting experience. I urge you all to try it sometime. (Derf)
More healing vibes for your wife. Condolences on your mom's passing- hold only the good memories. Happy tree sitting!installed some more windows, triple-glaze, three panes of glass, the fabled "thermal-pane" as it was called some time ago, still is, by real old people. windy day, too. colder this morning, high 30s, 40s on the f-scale. ready for the weekend. a friend is visiting with my wife who is recuperating from surgery. i think i'll go sit in a tree for a couple hours. reading the moscow house from lecarre so i'll take that along. lots of color here and some of it is falling. in '87 my mother passed (today) at the age of 50. cancer. 10:07 in the a.m. she lay on this thick fleece thingy we had on the bed, the previous...seemed like two months...we didn't know what she needed or wanted, but for moments before she passed, as she lay on her side, her hand was waving back and forth on the fleece, as if she was waving good-bye. carpe the crustolorums! happy weekend everybody!
I do have the gene Tery
Thanks, Nottie (may I call you this?) I'm glad those days are behind me. At the very least it has given me a compassion for different kinds of addicts. There is obviously a distinction between someone dependent on pills due to prescribed medication and someone trying to get high, but I've learned, physiologically, the addict is in the same boat...it's not pleasant. Despite all of the ethical and sociological questions I've tried to use my experience to warn others and not shame an entire group of people who are already stigmatized.Terrible, sorry you had to go through that.
It's different around here (or was) I would go to dr and they would give me 'scipts for all kinds of things that I did not even know what they were. I do have the gene Tery
Gans, I was not even sick. At one point, it looked like a pharmacy in my place, of course I mixed them up, and got sicker. My own sister used to steal my pills. Think that one was perks from a dentist.
You can't wean yourself. no. Just can't.
Glad you got the help you needed.
Now, I asked last time I had to go to dr. This is not narcotic right? I just can't pill.
But damn straight they should give them when needed and not treat everyone like that.
Thanks, Nottie (may I call you this?) I'm glad those days are behind me. At the very least it has given me a compassion for different kinds of addicts. There is obviously a distinction between someone dependent on pills due to prescribed medication and someone trying to get high, but I've learned, physiologically, the addict is in the same boat...it's not pleasant. Despite all of the ethical and sociological questions I've tried to use my experience to warn others and not shame an entire group of people who are already stigmatized.
Btw, you're exactly right. Withdrawal symptoms are hell.
i did go and sit in a tree for a couple hours. big hemlock, up maybe 25'. have a forty-foot wood extension ladder that has seen better days in fact the ladder is probably older than i am and it's been out in the bush now for a long time leaning against the hemlock. nice set-up, there's another large hemlock growing by its side so i have branches all around. did some reading. crossbow hanging on a nail. didn't expect to see any deer and i did not. the winters have been hard on the deer herd and they have not recovered, their population is up and down. set my phone on vibrate. heh! just in case. and. it vibrated. my wife: pick up some ice cream on your way home. ok. what flavor? something with chocolate in it. anything else? no. okay. i could work tomorrow and i guess i will. need to climb up on a roof and find a leak for a guy who has had me do all manner of work on his home and rentals. all this rain lately found a way into the kitchen of his house on boundary street. so, there's that. then i have to run out chassell way, measure some windows. we'll be heading out rice lake later on for supper with a bunch of friends. nice place, log cabin, big long set of stairs though...my wife can do stairs now though she's sleeping downstairs for a time. (picked up some chocolate chip ice cream. tastes good.)