Hey yall, i been on painkillers for the past 8 years cant stand up for over 45 minutes without them. My life was miserable before i started taking them and many nights i just wish my life would end (never contemplated suicide) suicide has never crossed my mind
anyway my dr last month told me he could no longer prescribe meds unless you have aids cancer or sickle cell anemia and reffered me to a pain management specialist
The first thing they ask me when i call is if im on pain meds. When i reply yes they inform me that they dint prescribe that there so im like wtf these guys cant help me my dr doesnt tell me shit like how the fuck they just gonna cut me off cold turkey like that? Ive been taking my meds and splitting them in half just to avoid getty sick but im down to my last 3 doses and im getting anxiety just thinking of the next couple of days.
Anybody else going thru something like this or know anything? I havent been able to talk to anyone that knows wtf is going on
I went through it. I was on pain killers starting in 1997.
I finally had back surgery in 2004. Then I had neck surgery in 2007 (they replaced 5 disc in it.) then I had knee surgery in 2008 (the second replacement on my right knee.) Then I had back surgery in 2010. Then I got cancer in 2012 and went through three surgeries for that losing my left kidney, a couple of ribs, part of my pancreas and some other odds and ends. Then more surgery in 2013 to put a reinforced mesh down the entire left side of my torso to hold me together.
I had been on pain killers for so long it was ridiculous. There was a time not too long ago that I couldn't remember living without them.
When I got home from the hospital the last time, I said "Fuck this. There has GOT to be a better way to live."
So I talked to some people, did some research and decided to give marijuana a try.
I hit the web for two weeks reading everything I could find and decided on a couple strains to try. I wound up with White Widow and I've been growing it and using it exclusively since the end of 2013.
It took me weeks to go through the pain pill withdrawals. Luckily, I have a Jacuzzi tub that helped out a lot.
What bothered me most about the withdrawals was the restless leg syndrome. I couldn't fucking sleep at all. If you have that going on, run up to Walgreen's and get their generic bag (get a couple of them as you'll use it from time to time probably for the rest of your life) of the Epsom Salts WITH Eucalyptus.
Double down on it. Mix two cups in as hot a bath as you can absolutely stand. Soak in that for at least 25 minutes or until the water starts to go warm on you instead of hot.
Buy yourself some long pajama pants and good, quality socks. Wear them to bed.
Now you do this shit right before bed. You want to soak, get out, dry off, get your pajamas on, socks on, get right in the bed and go to sleep. It WILL help you if that's a problem you're having.
I will never, ever go back to pills. Ever. White Widow gives me the best of both worlds: pain relief that's actually better than any pill ever was WITHOUT turning me into a mindless fucking zombie.
There are as many different strains of marijuana out there as there are different kinds of beer. One of them is for you, I'm sure. Do a LOT of reading. TONS of it. Be picky. You can afford to be. When you think you've zeroed in on one that will work for you, try to find someone that actually grows it and see if you can give a try. If you can't, buy a seed or two, grow it yourself and try it that way.
It takes time, but once you get the hang of it (which typically only takes one grow) you'll have no problems at all.
Best of luck.
p.s. Don't let the stereotype of it being wrong and shameful get in the way. The only thing wrong and shameful about your situation is the same thing I was up against: that we both waited so god damned long to do anything about it.
