Gamer, I feel as though I relate to your poem. I’ve spent a number of years closely watching people run on hamster wheels until their knees break loose.
If I ride past a methadone clinic at 5am, then the line is wrapped around the building and honk my horn, hands shoot up in the air as all the people I know wave and I drive past.
It’s horrible. I did over a year of physical therapy once for getting some of my vertebrae compressed. It was noooooot nice. My suggestion is that if you are in a situation where someone is offering you as a choice, chemical painkillers, you should not choose them. In most cases, whatever it is that’s hurting will only stop hurting when it’s stronger. Like you said, you can press pause on the pain, but as we know, that wears out the machine prematurely.
tramadol is insidious because it’s an SSRI and a dopamine agonist that mimics what you might get from codeine. it is absolutely an opiate with an appreciable high. it’s very hard to kick because you go thru withdrawal of the SSRI and opioid component simultaneously. It’s very easy to get hooked, especially if you are a conservative type, because it’s weaker than serious painkillers. in the end, it’s the same.
now 9 weeks off. beat my record by 8.5 weeks. still haven’t thrown it all into the river, but i’m thinking about it…
rubber gloves for the soul. or oven mitts.
oven mitts will protect you from getting burned, and you can cook all manner of heated dishes, but just try playin’ the piano.