Ask your doctor or pain clinic
Just recently moved back to Missouri from Washington state when I found out my pain clinic here was not prescribing narcotics any more.
I asked them for listing of doctors or clinics in area that still do, they had no issue with printing out for me. I found a wonderful doctor, that I'm very comfortable with that prescribes narcotics.
I was taking 15mg of extended release morphine up to 3 times a day. Now I am taking 2 50mg tramadol up to 3 times a day. I honestly think it works better than morphine.
Just a thought since most of us our dealing with not getting meds we've been on. I was on morphine for over 12 years, the pain clinic just says no and doesn't offer anything for pain or offering to help with withdraws. I really didn't have much withdraw symptoms, but went 3 weeks without pain meds, and it was not fun!!
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As I have told Hank, management of your pain to a goal of acceptable quality of life for YOU is what is important. You need to decide what is realistic and acceptable.
Pain is a feature of your life now but it need not control you. If it is, stop letting it. I know that’s easier said than done. I walk that path everyday.
Talk to your pain specialist about a realistic goal regarding your pain management and then task yourself and them to REACH IT.
You and your team may never actually reach that goal but it will be a journey and an enlightenment of your life to merely to begin it.
Hank, my overall pain on a 1-10 scale depends on the day but for two hours of the day it rests at 6. As I told my pain specialist, it then climbs to a 7/8, I take my meds, it dives back to 6, four hours later it climbs to a 7/8 and stays there even with pain meds. By night fall I’m around a 8/9. I take my next long term pain med so I can try to sleep but by then I’m in so much pain, sleep is impossible. I take my next pain meds and I finally doze about 3am only to wake around 6 or 8am and start the day again!
Good for you! I am printing this and will read daily.
I’ve learned to breathe and compartmentalize a lot of the burning and aching. The shooting and lancing pain takes more effort but I can do that too. The cramps hit without warning and James helps with those. We’re getting better as a team in taming those down in quick order but they drive my levels up faster than anything. Standing is something I can’t tolerate but I can’t sit forever. Lol I pay for my wandering.
@faithwalker007 Renee I love the words you wrote.
Every time I am asked my pain level I cringe... a chart number just does not put it in perspective. You have the overall pain and then a specific area pain. .. shoulder, back, knee, foot, hand, abdominal, etc. How much do you let that pain take you over. ..
I do not like taking an opiate. I cannot take nsaids nor other meds for pain. I had to up the dosage earlier this year for some thumb surgery. I asked my doctor to lower the number of pills back down and here I am two months later asking him to up the number again. I am having another body issue. I am getting an injection on Monday that will hopefully calm the pain.
Friends tell me I am so strong and so brave. I feel weak and like I am drowning at times. At those times I say some fervent prayers to help me get through them and take one moment at a time. I try to distract myself from pain by occupying my mind with other things. Crochet usually is my go-to, but the surgery earlier this year was for my thumb. My thumb is only up to small amounts of the activity. So puzzles and games on my tablet. I cannot concentrate on novels, so short times reading scriptures, short stories and poems.
My husband starts telling doctors that I can tolerate more pain than he ever could. I tell him to hush up. I see him go through pain daily.. that I could not handle. He is no weaker nor stronger than I when it comes to pain. We all handle pain in our own way. Lately pain has slowed us both. We went for a drive last week. It was painful on our bodies.. but oh the good it did our souls!!
Always put Joy in your life so you will have Happiness in your soul.
ZeeGee
@fourof5zs @faithwalker007 The responses from you both echo how I feel. My sister tells me at times how strong I am, how brave I am. Chronic pain is something I have lived with for decades, and I don't have any choice except to work through it in order to survive. Each person is different, each person handles their pain levels in different ways, and each person respects or not how it affects us. For myself I cannot allow the pain to define who I am. Some days are good some days are bad, and I can't look at a calendar in forecast what pain level will be any day. Just as ZeeGee said, how can you say a single number for your overall pain level on a day? I usually stall and say what part of my body are you talking about! I applaud each of us, for researching what may help us, sharing our discoveries, and persevering through it all.
Ginger
I agree with the incredible difficulty of picking a number... any number to describe your current pain level.
It comes down to speaking the same language.
For example, the Lakota (Sioux) word for horse is šúŋkawakȟáŋ which means “big dog.” When the Spaniards brought horses to the Great Plains and introduced them to the Sioux, they had no word for the animal. So they simply used what they already had in their own language and knew and described the new animal that way.
Those Indians who understood Spanish and could speak to the Spaniards in their own tongue did so and translated for the Chiefs and Healing Men to facilitate trade and treaties when possible.
That is what we need to do during these almost impossible times of acquiring much needed pain management due to roadblocks and antagonisms from the government.
Learning the FIRST language of our adversaries and/or reluctant PCPs and Pain Specialists is the most effective way to communicate with them. Alternatively, using your own language but in translated, altered form so whomever you are targeting UNDERSTANDS what you are trying to ask or explain on their level, of sophistication or education without confusion or question.
It is wise to remember that you are the patient and the person who is TECHNICALLY in control of your healthcare. You are the guide and source of care. You pay his bills.
However, your PCP or Pain Specialist is the one in the driver seat. He is who drives the care to more or less relief with your guidance and direction and most of all, honesty.
Speaking their language works. Showing your pain and life struggles work. Don’t get dramatic or “freely.”
Be matter of fact, detailed, and specific with markers they can track and measure. Information they can chart and evaluate.
That is what they understand. It’s not that they are cold and unfeeling. Providers are taught to measure, evaluate, and treat.
@faithwalker007 @fourof5zs
Linda and I use the number system as a way for her to tell me to what degree she is suffering at any given time. Its subjective of course. It does not quantify the pain itself, just how bad her experience of the pain is at that moment. I know for example that when she is at what she calls a 4, she generally has more energy, appears like she is suffering less, and that is in fact what she tells me. I almost don't need to ask her her level when it's an 8 or 9. Its obvious just by looking at her body language and her face. It's not a perfect method, but it is a rough way for her to communicate to me how her pain is affecting her in the moment.
@jesfactsmon @faithwalker Hi Hank and Renee, as far as using numbers to describe pain level, I have reversed that, and now try to estimate my current "comfort level." I use 1-10 as percentages, and I will say, well, today, I feel a number 6, or a 60% comfort level. I used that example because I rarely feel better than a 60% comfort level. Today, I am at about a 70% comfort level, and I have no idea why. Yesterday, I swear, all day, I was at a .001 % comfort level, and just prayed for death all day. There really is no rhyme or reason for my nerves acting the way they do. I can't figure them out any more. I only know if I had a day like yesterday, today, I would probably have called 911, and told them to dope me up with whatever they could to block pain, if it even exsists. Now, today, not so bad. Go figure. I think maybe God is watching over today, as I was in an utter state of despair. Who knows. I give up. LoriRenee1
As much as I would love to talk to my pain specialist like that, she doesn’t understand that. Her scale is 1-10 Pain with 10 being the worst ever felt, 0 no pain at all.
The worst pain I’ve ever felt? I would love to be able to say childbirth, after all I was in labor for 54 hours with contractions 2 minutes apart for better part of 43 hours, but no. The worst pain of my life I set the 10 mark at is the worst Migraine of my life.
It hit without warning—no aura or premonition as I usually have— and my head felt like the right side of it was instantly was being split open with an axe. The pain sliced through my right eye and back toward the back of my head hard as if someone had shoved an ice pick through my skull.
I took my meds— Demerol 50mg and Promethazine 100mg and stretched out in my bed in the dark praying for some relief only for my mouth and face and right arm to instantly begin to buzz and go numb.
I knew nothing was going to stop.
I stumbled out into the brightly lit living room (not realizing not a light was lit and it was dusk), to meet my husband and son and tell them... something.
The rest of the evening is a literal blur.
I remember only bits and pieces: the piercing glare of the ER overhead lights before they went out, the nurse asking for my pain on a scale on 1-... and stopping and answering a 10 on the chart herself and then simply turning to my husband and mumbling something and walking out of the trauma room, and wanting to scream but knowing if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop the nausea from becoming more.
After that I woke up in my own bed and my eighteen year old son was sleeping beside me, holding my hand where he had been for the last three days.
That is my ten.
So when I say an eight or a nine, maybe the doctor or you have a clue to the pain I live with each day.