However, there is one whole aspect you do not address. I don't know if you do it because you don't know of it, do not think it worthwhile, or have never experienced it yourself. I pray, for you, it's the latter.
Too many people are being forced to the street because of pain clinics or doctors because their being forced off their legal meds. It's not because they're doing any wrong. It's not because they're "addicted" and it's not because they're selling them. Gods forbid. It's because they're taking them as they've been prescribed. Unfortunately, it's because the body, itself, grows a tolerance for them. And what works for a few months grows a tolerance and what works well begins to not work as well. Where one pill works well for a while, suddenly doesn't work as well, and needs two pills to work the same magic.
Now, this "magic" isn't any "good" feeling. Understand this. Because until I was put in this position I never did. It's not a good feeling. It's not a feeling like pot gives you; it's not a cocaine high. Or any kind of "high" that I ever experienced. I never understood why anyone would want these kinds of pills. Even muscle relaxants. I've got enough muscle relaxants in this house to supply every friend I have, but I detest them. All they do is put me to sleep. Other than to escape the pain, why in the world would I want to take them??? Hydrocodone, Oxycodone, even Fentanyl (I assume), allows one to simply function. It doesn't take the pain away. I wish to god it would!!!!!!!!! It takes the edge off the pain enough to allow you to walk, to use your body in the way everyone else does. Yesterday and the day before it allowed me to use my body enough to clean my bedroom to the point I'm not ashamed to have anyone see it. To lay down in bed and feel the joy of slipping in between clean sheets. It'd been 3 months since I'd had that feeling. Why should I have to live like that? But I have to portion out my meds to make sure I have enough to make sure all my responsibilities are met. Taken as prescribed, I'm only allowed 4 per day. I've been with the same doctor 30 years. She knows what hell my body has been through. The surgeries, the fusions, and now the lupus and fibromyalgia.
I talked all this over with her one time, when the scare tactics first came out. She told me something I've never forgotten. She told me you're not addicted. You're dependent on this medicine (hydrocodone). You're dependent on this medicine to live life. And she's correct. I am dependent on this medicine to live life. Other wise, I may as well just lay down and die, cause I'm no good to anyone, let alone myself.
Are there teens drawn to this as they are to coke, pot, beer, gambling, and every other risky behavior out there? No freaking doubt. And there are probably 100 different better ways to deal with it than the ways we've been dealing with it than the racist way we've been dealing with for the past 50 years.
Hubby, who once, as a teen, was a heroin addict, says those addicts to this type of drug lack something in themselves to see themselves as someone worthy of love - both giving and receiving love. I don't know if that's all there is to that, but it may be a place to start. Of course, that may be too "woke" in todays world.
Sorry if that didn't make sense. I've got fibro brain today, and just about bed with it, too boot. But this is a particular boogaboo of mine.
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