Pain & Narcotics History
I post this because it’s my life. As stated before my world had shrunken down to a few rooms and pain. Then the task of distracting myself from this pain and still finding joy in life. I’m on narcotics because I can’t not be (sort through that double negative English police peeps). This comes at a time when half the world is addicted to the same pills I’m on. I take them legally to escape physical pain. I do often get lumped in and looked at as one of the people who obtain them any way they can to escape their psychic or real pain of their own. I’m stuck in a system that is cracking down on the abuse of these medicines and I’m at risk of being mistaken as one of the abusers. We all have our pain and deal with it well and badly at times.
The following is a document I submitted to my doctor to be included in my electronic medical record: Continue reading “Pain Part Two (and history of Narcotics)”