Showing posts with label prescription medications; mental health;. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prescription medications; mental health;. Show all posts

Friday, May 16, 2014

only for the truly compulsive reader




Over the past few months I've learned something about 

Prescription medications

The pain medication Tramadol Hydrochloride reacts negatively with SSRI anti-depressants, and causes nausea. Although I don’t take SSRIs, I did feel incredibly seedy when I used Tramadol for the heel pain, but suspect the cause of the seediness was just the combination of Tramadol and radiation therapy. If I ever use Tramadol again I will take it in conjunction with an anti-nausea agent.

From day one after the foot surgery I tried to use less and then much less oxycontin or endone than were prescribed, a) because I live in terror of addiction to anything over and above chocolate and b) pain levels were gradually diminishing.

Every time I visit a new practitioner, I am required to dutifully complete a form listing all my current medications. Beyond surgeons checking that people are not taking blood thinners, it seems there is a limited benefit from the exercise.

I guess the reality is that a specialist is a specialist is a specialist. Bone surgeons know bone surgery, breast surgeons know breast surgery etc. This does not make them pharmacists.
A few years ago I had some major bowel surgery, and TO says that when she came to visit one day, I was talking to the wardrobe in my room. Fortunately, she took a peep at my hospital charts and was able to identify the problem and alert staff. Heaven help those without a TO to advocate for them.

I now know not to touch opioid painkillers again. The shoulder surgeon I have lined up discussed the medication problem with me and will be talking to the anaesthetist before surgery. Bone man also discussed the effects of cortisone, so I took myself off to see the “head” honcho, and I think I have things covered now.


Nutty as a Fruitcake

The few of these opioid tablets I did take were still enough to make me hypo-manic with mixed moods. A few more doses after that and my Jekyll-ine persona gave way to Ms Hyde – every person chez fruitcake deserves a purple heart.



It’s taken weeks for me to “come down” [at least partway]. Every time Ms Hyde appears, Dr Jacqueline is full of remorse and shame and takes to curling into a foetal ball and sobbing – only marginally less pleasant for others than when I am simply uncontrollably obnoxious and feral.

After a few years of being quite stable, and being the person I’ve conned our dogs into thinking I am, the crash has added to the more “acceptable” medical issues. Years ago I accepted that each subsequent crash is worse than the crash before, and it’s very draining [for everyone].


I could go on, but this is not the proper forum. Just wanted to make a comment on issues arising from surgical prescriptions.