I Hate Narcotic Pain Killers

It always puzzles me when people say that they beg their doctor for pain medication and can’t get any.  My experience has been just the opposite; doctors offer me pain medicine when I don’t want it.

I started to write some of my experiences, but realized that it could be used as training material for druggies.  Not my goal, so we’ll keep it vague.

My PCP’s nurse practitioner knows how I feel.

NP:   I know you don’t like to take pain medicine, but would you like a prescription while this is healing?
Me:  No.
NP:   How about I give you a prescription anyway.
Me:  I don’t like the way they make me feel.
NP:   You don’t have to fill the prescription if you don’t want to, but you might like to have that option available.

There are people who ask and get turned down?

When I first went to my PCP about the problem that ultimately led to my RA diagnosis, I was in enough pain that I actually filled the prescription for pain medication.  I took it, too, which turned out to be a mistake since it was one that’s written on a big red allergy-alert sticker on the front of my chart.

Never again.

It puts me in a difficult position.  When I changed to my current rheumatologist, I put a little asterisk by the medication allergies question and wrote at the bottom, “I hesitate to write this, since doctors seem to equate this allergy to drug seeking behavior.  However, these are my symptoms when I take this medicine ___.  I would prefer to stick with acetaminophen.”  So, we have a truce.  I won’t take more than 1000mg qid, and she won’t prescribe narcotics as long as my LFTs are okay.

One thought on “I Hate Narcotic Pain Killers

  1. Finally someone who feels like me! I don’t care what kind of narcotic, I just don’t like it. I can remember a time when I was in the hospital with sever pain in my side. Turns out I had a very bad kidney infection, but first they thought it was my appendix. They gave me a shot for pain and from the moment they injected it into my IV, my head began to cloud up. Right then I discovered that I preferred the pain over the way the medicine made me feel. It took all the focus I could muster to ask the nurse to never inject me with that stuff again, I was sure my eyes were rolling around in their sockets, at least that’s how I felt. From what I could decipher from the haze of medication I was in, she just laughed and patted my arm. But, I can’t be sure, as I was certain and lot of things happened at that time that I was later told didn’t. I had to tell my mother who was with me to tell them no when they tried to give me more, and still they put up a fight about it.

    Just recently I had a very painful and infected wisdom tooth. I had to wait for the antibiotics to kill the infection before they removed them and for two weeks I was in the worst pain I had ever experienced. I did my best to manage it with regular pain relievers as I wouldn’t take the stuff they gave me. It was horrible and by far the most painfull 2 weeks of my life, but just the thought of taking another legal narcotic pain reliever made my head swim. I got through it and made it to the surgery where my teeth were finally removed (I had them take out all four). I sat in the recovery room and the nurse went over how I was supposed to manage the pain, and once again, that meant heavy pain reliever. I didn’t want them, but they made me take them saying that I would be sorry if I didn’t. I got the pills, and being swayed a bit by the nurse who advised me that it would “Hurt like the Dickens” if I didn’t take them, I took one. It didn’t take long to realize that I had made a big mistake again. Right on cue, my head started to twist and turn, and everything seemed blurry and off to me. Sure I wasn’t in pain, but I could barely think for myself. I prefer to be conscious, alert, and in pain, than laying in bed trying to decided if what I see is reality or not. Sorry, they are just not for me.

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