My pain is up and rising. I go to bed at a 5 (already medicated) and wake-up at a 7, which my meds will hopefully bring down to a 5.
The pain is all-consuming. And my favorite high-level pain remedy is backordered (yup, med companies sometimes provide one sector with too many of a product, leaving pharmacies out on a limb.
And I feel for my pharmacist every time he has to tell me that one of my pain meds is backordered, since he knows that I only request certain pain meds when my regular medicinal pain regime is not keeping up with the pain. He sees the begging-for-relief in my eyes. Just two days ago I was lying on his floor (yes, on the pharmacy floor). My body had momentarily given up functioning properly (well, MY Dysautonomic "properly").
So I wait. And wait some more. Trying not to lose my mind. If it rises anymore, I will have to contact my doctor. and for those not acquainted with the prescription-pain-relief phobia in America, be grateful, cause it probably means that you and yours are physically well and healthy.
Big Corporation and Big Government, please stop your paranoia. Statistics show that only a small number of patients abuse/misuse/overuse their narcotic pain meds. I am not on a narcotic pain med (which would be the best so that I wouldn't have to take FIVE non-narcotic (but strong!) pain meds instead of ONE! narcotic.
One of my favorite lines that an advisor spoke to Queen Elizabeth I during a difficult decision-making time for the Queen:
"A prince should be careful to not be afraid of his own shadow."
