From age 15 to age 18, I took 10 mg of Valium four times each day.
During the September of my first year of college, I spent twenty-four hours withdrawing from Valium with a friend by my side.
I came partway out of a fog that day but not far enough.
From age 15 to age 58, I took narcotic pain relievers. A doctor started me on Percoset (Darvon-based) when I complained about my legs. The doses increased as I aged; the drugs got more serious as time passed.
During November – December of 2013, I slowly weaned myself from narcotic pain relievers with my doctor’s assistance and guidance.
I finally broke through the fog in January of 2014, peering in astonishment at my world, what remained of it.
Doctors prescribed that medication. Doctors. I had no idea what pain relievers did to me. No idea how attenuated I had become; how numb; how insensitive; how jittery if I tried to unilaterally decrease them. I lost four decades of living; four decades of connection.
When I rolled out of that fogbank and found out what my life held, what I had lost while I tried to damp down the pain in my legs with narcotics, I wept. I still weep. I walk around in permanent mourning for what I did to myself in the name of Western medicine’s solution for chronic pain.
Once again: I am not a good example; I am a horrible warning. Don’t dull your senses. Not with potables, pot, or pharmaceuticals. Find another way. If pain threatens to overtake your life, turn to nontraditional ways of controlling it — yoga or meditation. Believe me. You deserve to feel. What you lose when you wander in a fog can never be regained.
Very meaningful, Corinne. Thanks for your honestly in an attempt to help others. I just wish the fog were more obvious while one is lost within it.
Jane, me too. I think being lost in that fog cost me a lot. A huge amount.