Posted 7/25/2019 8:09 PM (GMT -6)
Thanks for your reply, I'm not afraid of surgery obviously, it's the pain after and the recovery time in physical therapy and the daily pain after so many surgeries. The mental and social effects are horrendous, people don't enjoy seeing friends suffer, and so they drop away from those who need their support, like going to a first-run movie in a theater before it hits the small screen at home, going out for a meal with a friend who is in a wheelchair, or worse in power chair due to the hassles of transportation, and there is the avoidance syndrome of all of the above. People in public avoid direct eye contact with people in wheelchairs/powerchairs thinking we don't want their pity, and by doing to they deny there own human frailty, they don't want to even think about the what if it was me in that chair? For those who are in a wheelchair/powerchair know what I'm talking about, we all have done it before we ended up in a chair our selves. I don't like that, being avoided like I might have something contagious. I'm a human just like they are.
I'm really not looking forward to my next surgery, the shoulder is the most complex joint in the human body due to the range of motion, the therapy is long and painful as hell, and the restrictions of motion afterward can be as bad as I already have, I hope not, but it's never going to have what I once had. I know that very well. Right now if I could snap my fingers and have the pump in place this second, I would do so in an instant. After this long, it's a wonder I didn't end up using street narcotics, but I have dead friends who did so and they weren't in anywhere near my conditions physically, they were addicts for pleasure, and not physically in pain until they were in self-induced withdrawal, then they were in pain.
I had as much oxycontin as I needed after I broke my neck, and developed a huge tolerance to it, and I tapered off of it until I was taking 5 mg of oxycodone three times a day, and then told my neurologist no more pills Frank, as he was about to write me another prescription, he looked startled at my firm statement, and then congratulated m, and shook my hand and told me he had been waiting for me to say that. I had no withdrawal symptoms other than almost imperceptible leg cramps in my calves for about three days and that was it, they weren't even painful.
I never asked him for more.
Today, we're treated like drug addicts, yet I never signed up for a broken neck or breaking my left knee for the second time...
All I get now is three Norco tablets a day, and at 5 mg each they no longer work after two lousy painfilled months.
No one should be treated like this.