Good luck getting your meds. When I was in HS, there was a huge stigma attached to going to a shrink or being on meds, so all the kids that had issues (like me) self medicated with alcohol and street drugs, and were then deemed to be 'bad' kids.
Speaking of meds, I had to shovel a foot of snow out of our driveway a little after 6am and my back was killing me. I took one of my sweetie's back pills. How the hell can he work on these things? My eyes keep rolling into the back of my head.
My back is shitty because our bed is too firm. It has to be firm for my sweetie's back. If I had the money, I'd buy one of those beds you can adjust on each side, but I don't. My back starts to hurt if I lay on it for more than 7 hours. On days when I sleep in, the pain wakes me up and I have to move to the couch.
Opioids are really a primitive way of treating pain. They don't really seem to specifically target pain, but rather make the brain feel good so you don't care about the pain. Often when people say their narcotic pain meds aren't working, they're really saying that it's not making them high enough. And dependence happens to anyone who takes them regularly, it's unavoidable. So they're really a flawed solution, imo. I remember reading about breakthroughs in pain management that were supposed to be available by now that actually stopped pain signals from being processed by the brain but caused no euphoria or dependence, but I think drug makers would prefer making drugs that cause dependence for reasons of profit.
I think with pains it's best to do something about the cause if possible, instead of taking pills to get rid of the symptom and ignoring the cause which may make things worse in the future. The situation with your bed is just unfortunate though.
His back is messed up from a work related accident that happened before I met him. He can't sit on the couch because it hurts his back, so he just lays there. I bring him snacks and drinks because I know getting up hurts for him.
He also has problems with his right shoulder. A couple of years ago we were in bed and he reached under himself to grab his pillow to adjust it and then screamed out in pain. After two hours of hearing him in agony, I took him to the ER. The doctor there pretty much told him there was nothing wrong with him and accused us of trying to get drugs from him. I told him he was wrong and that if we wanted pain meds then all we had to do was open our medicine chest, there's plenty there already. He basically scoffed at us and charged us $300. First thing in the morning I took him to his regular dr, who had some imaging ordered for him the same day and revelaed a torn rotator cuff. Surgery was an option, but it would be painful and not guaranteed to work, so we opted for physical therapy. After a few months he was able to drive again, but he still has to use two hands to eat - he holds the fork in his right hand but has to lift his right hand with his left hand.
A few years ago I slipped on some ice and landed on my tail bone. It fiercely knocked the wind out of me and I was compulsively taking sharp, shallow breaths and couldn't stop long enough to even speak. My wife panicked and drove me to the ER. The doctor came into the room and simply told me I was having an asthma attack and to "stop it." She then left and they discharged me. Later, I got a bill for a test they didn't perfrom.
A few years ago I slipped on some ice and landed on my tail bone. It fiercely knocked the wind out of me and I was compulsively taking sharp, shallow breaths and couldn't stop long enough to even speak. My wife panicked and drove me to the ER. The doctor came into the room and simply told me I was having an asthma attack and to "stop it." She then left and they discharged me. Later, I got a bill for a test they didn't perfrom.
Fucking ER.
That sucks. I can relate to the part about the billing. I was charged $1800 for something and it took me many phone calls just to find out what it was! They use codes on their bills as if we're supposed to know what the codes mean. It turns out that it was for a procedure that was never performed, and had absolutely nothing to do with my problem to begin with. Getting the bill corrected practically took an act of congress.
Then one time I rode in the ambulance with a friend who needed to get to the hospital, and got a bill for $700 for the ambulance ride! I explained to them that I was never treated, and I was NOT the patient. They laughed at me and threatened me with collections. I refused to pay, they harassed me constantly, and refused to believe me. It did end up going to collections. I sent certified letters, filed complaints, nothing worked. It was a huge ding on my credit for 7 years.