Oh Oxycontin, You Make Me Feel So Itchy

I wonder many times about the ill effects of each and every illicit drug sold on street corners and internet sites.  Then I wonder the same about the ones that are prescribed to us.  I have a story I would like to share and I hope that it will inspire some of you to comment and share some similar experiences.  I won’t even lie, this story is about me, not some “friend” or nameless individual.

In 2001 I was riding home with my (then) girlfriend from a nice dinner in a waterfront town.  We obediently stopped at a bright red traffic light.  Then we saw bright lights behind us.  Those lights belonged to a drunk driver in an SUV who was, apparently, not so obedient towards the red light.

He collided full speed into us (who were at a dead stop – no pun)  the little Mistubishi was a mass of junk metal.  My mouth wasn’t working.  I was taken to the ER and they fixed my jaw which had been badly busted in the accident.  They referred me to an Oral Surgeon.

I went to the OS and he was super-de-duper-nice.  He examined me, prescribed physical therapy and gave me Endocet, a generic form of the celebrity Percocet.  The drugs eased my pain and I began to look forward to taking them each night.  Each morning.  At lunch.  Then when I was bored.  Needless to say, my “pain relief” got a bit out of hand.  I told the doctor what was happening and he said that, although they were addictive, if you wanted to stop, you’d feel like crap for a dy or so, then be back to tip-top shape in no time.  I was pleased.  He handed me another script.

And so it went until 2005.  This was the year that I became a strong believer in angels.  I was, again, passenger in a car headed down to South Jersey so we could help a friend move.  I was reading a magazine, then looked up to see a van with its hazards on STOPPED in the left lane of the NJ Turnpike.  What happened next I don’t know.  All I know is that I awoke in a furry haze of giddy numbness to a throng on onlookers asking “Is he dead?”  Soon I realized they meant me.  I was wrapped in metal and covered in blood.  A super Paramedic with a very concerned look on his face was stabilizing my head and trying to keep me from dying.  I haven’t told my family this, but I was resuscitated at the scene because I had no heartbeat.  I was dead for a bit.  Wild.

I came to and began a long rehabilitation process which involved consistent pain management.  the pain management clinic gave me more Percocet – the strongest one available.  I had to take it to stop the pain and be functional, after my teeth were all reconstructed – they were shattered in the accident.

Now comes the critical mass of where medicine can force and addiction on a patient and cause more harm than good.  I couldn’t go a day without my pills and if I ever ran out, Hell engulfed my body and ripped me to shreds from withdrawal.  Some catch-22, huh?  If I take the pills, I’ll feel fine but be a junkie.  If I don’t I’ll be a throbbing mess of pain and healing bones, herniated discs, etc.  I wouldn’t be able to live any semblance of a normal life.  Addiction was part of my treatment.

And such is the way of modern Pain Management.  I don’t question their integrity, but their tools are far too limited.  Percocet works great, but do you think we could take out the “strung-out-on-heroin” part?  I am a fan of technology and know that Lexus just released a car for idiots who can’t park for themselves.  It will parallel park for you.  If we can do that, can we work on a drug that won’t turn me from victim to junkie?

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