Doctors call us a nation of pill poppers
But they are the ones who prescribe the pills in the first place
When I fell and landed with a very painful fracture, I was prescribed a heavy dose of Tramadol. The fracture was a possible result of Osteoporosis – this was probably result of being prescribed a cancer drug which induced Osteoporosis.
After the initial incredible pain relief, i began to realise that I was becoming dis-orientated; the pills were having nasty effects, and I realised I needed professional advice to work out a balance between pain relief and possible addiction. So I called my GP. When he finally called me back, I asked to be referred urgently to the Pain Clinic at the local hospital.
They couldn’t give me an appointment for three months.
So called the surgery back. When the doctor finally called me, I asked for an urgent referral. He couldn’t do that, but would prescribe me more Tramadol, and suggested I take this for next three months until I could ask the Pain clinician what to do.
Next day friends had to call 999; I had fallen again, as was so dis-orientted as an effect of the Trmadol. A & E prescribed Diclofenac, and sent me home covered in faeces and vomit. No attempt was made to clean me up, and luckily I wasn’t strong enough to open the blister packs for Diclofenac.
So next morning, I was really frightened; having had major, major heart surgery (as a side effect of one of cancer drugs), I knew enough to know I should never had had this prescribed for me. Went to ask advice of a private doctor, who took one look at me, and said “Have you seen a pain specialist about this?” Explained about three month wait, so he lifted up his mobile and spoke to a friend to tell him he HAD to see me that day. Then sent me to see Dr. T., who only happened to be in charge of Pain Clinic at local hospital. I would have seen him on NHS if I had waited three months.
That afternoon I was shown into Dr. T’s comfortiing presence, and in a long appointment he worked out a sensible regime for me. Three days later I was off the heavy pain killers, and was down to Tramadol 50 wheh I needed it – which soon faded into never. Dr. T kept in touch with me by phone over the weekend, and said I was to call him if I felt any more pain, or wooziness. Touch wood, pain has disappeared. And three boxes of expensive Diclofenac went into the waste paper basket – what a waste of NHS resources. It was worth every penny I paid, but why do NHS blame us for addiction? If I had followed my NHS GP and continued with Tramadol 200 for three months, I dread to think what an addict I would have become.
So DON’T blame us as addicts – or for expensive prescription errors.
P.S. At follow-up meeting, doctor told me next time to take anti-emetic, before I take pain killer tablet. This would probably prevent side effects from pain killers. So take prescription to NHS GP; he not only gives me this – no question – but also sends a box of Naproxen – which I had NEVER requested, and have read that this can be dangerous for someone with my heart problems! You’ve got to be strong to survive some treatments!