Good morning! It's going to be a good week; I have so declared it, and thus must it be.
Cue sounds of universe laughing itself sick ....
Well, I'm going to try to make it as good a week as possible. The weather is going to be pure springtime Chicago, with ice pellets and snow today, two days after we had temperatures in the 70's (F). The temperatures are supposed to begin climbing again by midweek, and by Friday we're supposed to be back in the mid-50s, which is probably just about right for around here. Weather this variable just makes me think about the first time I attended a Chicago Cubs game, back in 1981 or 1982. It was in April, and the announcer finally had to plead, "Will the patrons please stop throwing snowballs onto the field?"
BB and I went to see two hours of radio plays done live on stage last night. FB is the radio troupe's foley guy; that is, he does the sound effects, and stands at one side of the stage with a table full of things to make noises with, including a mini-door that he opens and closes whenever any character enters or leaves the room. He smashed glass in a bucket, drank water noisily during a hilarious tea-drinking scene - and stole the show twice; once inadvertently, when he started to choke on the water he was sipping noisily - he tried to suppress a cough, got the giggles while he was choking, flapped his hands about, a bit like Eleventy, and left the stage briefly. The second time more choreographed, while he provided the sounds during a sword fight - as the fight went on, and on, interminably, he gradually became visually bored, and his increasingly cosmic boredom as he waved and clashed these swords around had the audience in stitches. I'm guessing that one was planned.
I love old time radio, which is why this evening tickled my fancy. I suspect I'd love many, if not all, of the DW audio dramas, but I've never tried any of them. Any suggestions? I'd really love to get into more of Seven and Eight - and even Six, who I'm told really came into his own with his audio adventures.
Sistamegs, you're right about pain medication addictions being bad when they're used wrong. I am so glad your friend had someone like you to help them through the gut-wrenching task of getting off whatever medication they wanted to leave behind. It's a terribly tough fight, and having someone there for you when you start the fight is crucial.
But you actually pushed a button for me, and I'm going to indulge in a small rant; be aware that it has only to do with what I've experienced over the years and doesn't negate the true harm that over dependence on some medications can do.
I think one needs to qualify exactly what addiction means. If one ends up using a medication for a reason other than the reason it's supposed to be used, and can't stop doing that, then you have the potential for what I would call an addiction that needs to be tackled. But if it simply means that one needs a given amount of medication to be able to go through the day, then I have to ask this: how is that different than needing a given amount of insulin when you're diabetic?
My shorthand: Is it a successful coping mechanism that allows one to get through the day in a fulfilling manner, to have good relationships with loved ones and the rest of the world, and to have a fulfilling life? Then it may be an addiction, but it's the same kind of "addiction" one has to any necessary medication. Is it a malfunctioning coping mechanism that you've developed by using the meds in a way they were not intended to be used? It's time to get help, wean yourself off the meds, and find better coping mechanisms.
But pain medication can be a godsend to someone like BB, who has chronic fibromyalgia, or me, since my scleroderma comes with a rollicking case of polymyecitis. (I think I spelled it correctly; it's a case of, as my scleroderma doc quite honestly said, "pain that you have all over, that we know is connected to the scleroderma, but that we don't know anything about." In my case, it's both muscular and joint pain.)
We both take a given amount of codeine a day to control the pain, and have for years - I used to have to take it for crippling migraines that blessedly faded away after menopause; then I got the scleroderma. I love my body ... but I digress.
Our doctors. and the American medical community, treat pain meds as a necessary evil, and people who need them as moral failures, always in danger of falling into the "sin" of using medications. They don't look at the fact that I, for instance, have taken 1-2 tablets of my pain med, either for the migraines when I had them, or for the polymyecitis now, for years. And by years, I mean close to a quarter century - and that I've never needed or wanted any higher dose, because I use it for the purpose it's intended; relieving pain and letting me live my life. Instead, I'm treated as that moral failure I mentioned, or at least someone weak, in constant need of oversight.
At least in this country, there needs to be an honest reexamination of what pain control should mean, and why our society is so afraid of narcotics - a fear that goes beyond the reasonable fear of using a medication for a reason other than its proper use, and steps into a near-religious paranoia that has nothing to do with caring for the patient, and more to do with fear of a self-created devil.
*steps off soap box*
Edited by Kaffyr, Apr 14, 2014 @ 9:50 AM.