Jerie,
We are living through a new era in medicine where doctors are afraid to give pain meds. I recall reading that this was going to happen a few years ago, but I did not believe it. It seemed a far-fetched scenario that doctors would deny patients pain relief, but here we are.
Tramodol did not work for me, but it is possible that the dose was too low. I cannot take NSAIDS, they barely helped and ruined my stomach. I know the nurse practioner did not believe me. She told me people take huge doses and are fine. Fine-until their livers fail. She did not want to help me with pain relief-she told me to call someone else.
I am taking neurotin 3x a day 1200mg in total.
When I was going for medical care my sister told me I looked like a drug addict! From the excrutiating pain I guess I did, I could barely bathe, dress, comb my hair or brush my teeth. I still tremble when I sit to do my make-up, but only a few months ago I could not put make-up on or pluck my eye brows. I constantly rubbed my face. How is a person in chronic pain supposed to look?
I was abused by a nurse in ER, who jammed a huge port in my arm as soon as I got there (overnight, never used). I begged her and multiple other staff to remove it, but no one would. This nurse ridiculed my symptoms, she said I had no rash so I could not be having an allergic reaction to the two strong antibiotics I was put on. My stomach was on fire as if a dragon was squirting it with a flame thrower. I wanted to rip my face off and kill myself. I was told not to say this to anyone or they would lock me up.
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It took hours before they gave me something for my stomach.
They absolutely refused to deal with the pain I was having in my foot, so agonizing I could not walk, yet the records list musc-skeletal as the reason I went to the ER. No X-rays, even though I told them I thought my heel was broken, but I was given a brain scan where an incidental brain aneurysm was found-then I was ambulanced off to another hospital where I was checked over by hordes of people. One neurologist told me to get medical marijauna, but did nothing for my pain while I was there.
During all this I was purging my bowels constantly. I had to keep getting up to use a port-a-potty, when I was dizzy from a lack of fluids and I could not walk. The pain was off the charts.
In retrospect I realize after they found the aneurysm they thought I might need brain surgery and they did not want to interfere with the process, but once they knew I was going to be discharged why no pain relief, why no foot X-ray. I was told I was being sent home in a Johnny without shoes, without a coat, in a cab, when I had no keys and no money and I could not walk. It was a low temp day, after a major snow storm. I cannot believe I did not pass out from the stress.
I believe that I was subjected to this miserable treatment because there is a notation in my records that I am medication seeker.
The neurologist's note: "patient says she would love to take MJ." Hmmm.