Codeine is (roughly) strictly more dangerous than a half-size dose of morphine, then?? Why does anyone use codeine (accidentally posted before I was done)
He didn't get into much detail because it was a general lecture on pain management, but yeah, that's the gist of it. People still use it because, from my understanding, since it is a roundabout process of making morphine it doesn't hit like it would, so it is less prone to abuse -and just a small portion of the population is at risk as an over-metabolizer. But his opinion is that if the person is in such bad pain that opioids are the only thing left to try to manage it, it is better to use a smaller dose of straight morphine than to risk it with codeine. Eta: I cant give much more detail about this because I haven't taken pharmacology yet ):
yeah, that's what happened with my grandma. like most of my family, she doesn't tolerate the side effects of opioids very well, but one of the ones it gave her was memory issues and drowsiness + sleep disturbances - combined with the fact that whoever her discharge nurse was didn't go over her medication regimen with her very well, she was discharged with instructions that she thought was "stay ahead of your pain, so take x pill(s) when you wake up [spacing information she just didn't get] and keep taking pills even if you aren't in pain" (the last emphasis was necessary, people in my family historically resist taking pain meds/stop pain meds once the pain is "tolerable" and then are exceedingly miserable when the pain kicks in; we were all a bit annoyed at the instruction because combined with everything else it was a recipe for disaster, but i do understand why that was emphasized so heavily for her) which meant that she went home, had her sleep schedule and awareness of time fucked to hell and back by what she was on, ended up taking her medication twice as fast as she was supposed to (iirc there was a [wait 6-8 hours between doses - it's good to time doses around when you go to sleep and wake up] that got mistranslated above), kept taking it because even tho she was loopy she wasn't in pain and she was supposed to be taking it if she wasn't in pain, right??? on the one hand i do hate opioid restrictions because of how they fuck over people with long term pain management via opioids, but the fact that she was only allowed to have a week's supply at a time, and then ran out on day three, definitely helped make everyone aware of what was happening - tapering off took her like three months tho, and she was miserable as all get out she's since had "no opioids/opiates" put on her medical file because the withdrawal and tapering it off she's said was one of the worst things she's ever experienced also going to add: at least when grandma was going through this, "addiction" and "dependence" are treated as two different but related things, medically. iirc addiction is specifically only defined behaviorally - are you using a drug to your detriment, seeking out this drug when you know it's bad for you, and circumventing barriers placed between you and the drug(s)* - while dependence is just "bodies do that sometimes." technically, my grandmother was never labeled an addict because of this - she was dependent, she got medically supervised attention to taper off, she shows no signs of seeking the drug out recreationally. the difference is because, in a perfect world, a patient like my grandmother needed no additional addiction-focused behavioral treatment (read: therapy) whereas a patient exhibiting addiction behavior would need a behavioral intervention combined with medical supervision *yes, this does mean it is very easy to label people addicts when the show up to a doctor's office asking for pain management; the extreme end of this definition can be applied to "anyone asking for x drug" (and has) even tho supposedly people showing up asking for pain management are excluded
ugh i get the same problem when i cant use my cpap machine. a very good way to get the swelling to go down is to drink a hot sugary drink and follow it immediately with a cold glass of water! its more effort than just sucking on a cough drop, but its very tasty and makes me feel much better peppermint tea or hot cocoa with a peppermint dissolved in is my favorite, but hot cider also is very nice and hot koolaid or fruit punch is wonderful.
i will try that next time! i just chugged fizzy water. i’m not experiencing withdrawals this time. hopefully bc i wasn’t on it long enough, rather than bc it’s going to hit me tomorrow. i just get like flu aches and mild depression for a few hours, and for gabapentin it’s a feeling of IMMANENT DOOM for two days. i don’t find these especially daunting. maybe because quitting nicotine was three months of goldfish memory and severe cognitive glitches.
when the cysts are doing a gom jabbar on my ass it’s helpful to have someone gently massage or just touch the affected areas, to remind my foot that it’s not on fire and so on. this leads to me telling seebs to pet my butt. seebs: petting isn’t enough. i need to put out a little bowl of food for your butt. me: owwww laughing hurts seebs: sorry, sorry. seebs: ... seebs: we should probably not take your butt to the vet, it just stresses them out. being put in the butt carrier and all that. me: [pain noises and strangled laughter] we can put a butt harness on it and take it for butt walks! seebs: pretty sure that’s just bondage. me: owwwwww hahaha what do butts eat? as nicki minaj said in ‘anaconda’, it’s important that your buns ain’t skipping no meals. but what should you feed your buns? me: oh, of course: hot dogs. seebs: ... me: laugh. it was funny. seebs: i’m too offended.
ive been taking two gabapentin, one baclofen, six ibuprofen, and no opiates of any kind, and i got... RELIEF!! i just ache like i lost a muay thai match, not like my bones are lava. this is super tolerable. i tried to get a pic of hermes inspecting the pill bottles but he was too fast. such a good little nurse.
seebs made sketti. sprinted upstairs with it, set it down, and sprinted away again. the cute part is when they put it on the stool i’m using for a bed-height table, they said softly, “zoom!”
me finding myself in a dune au priestess: inside the box is mega pain. you pull your hand out i poison stab you. me: why am i doing this again? priestess: put your hand in the fucking box shinji me: ok ok. me: ... me: wow yeah this hurts. priestess: *checking to make sure the thing is turned on* me: no i mean it. hurts like a mofo. priestess: you should be screaming, not making wisecracks! this works by direct nerve induction— me: oh well, there’s your problem then. i have spinal cysts pressing on my sciatic nerves. it’s like, stick my whole leg in the box and leave it for a week, kinda thing. priestess: really? that’s rough. me: yeah, getting to the bathroom and back is a terrible adventure. priestess: i can imagine! me: uh, can i take my hand out now? priestess: oh, yes, of course. me: *does so, falls over on the couch going “yay!” and petting my no longer exploding hand* priestess: i can’t decide if your pre-existing condition counts as an initiation or invalidates this one. it’s supposed to test your self control. me: you set down your poison doodad a few minutes ago but i’m not making you put your hand in the box, i think that counts. priestess: oh crap priestess: uh priestess: i agree. me: good. now go away, i need a nap. priestess: can i have the gom jabbar back? me: no. i’m going to flush it down the toilet. use a gun like a normal person.
i heart my babby dose of baclofen with my whole heart, such a useful lil pill. (I have control over one strip of muscle in my inner thigh. and boy howdy does it like to spasm me out of using it ever at night, but it is best stim to sway the leggy just a tiny bit and remind it that i am the law of the land)
pulling out my ‘actually been in a band’ credentials in the jove thread got me googling my old bandmates, cuz i know i’m the only one who quit making music (and immediately wrote god eaters, i’m not sorry). this track is definitely a callback to our old band. complete with gentle mockery of my rhythm guitar style and his own excessive wanking on the whammy wheel. i. felt a strong urge to compose cyberpunk lyrics and sing them in my girl voice.
the rest of the album is for sleeping to, btw. jj kidder for all your zoney trance noodling and noodle adjacent needs. also a really nice guy. i married him for a minute when i was 19.
seebs: what flavor drinky? me: orange... you glad i didn’t say banana seebs: no, i like it when you say banana
random thought about “this is a slur never use it” — if you can’t tell whether i’m discussing werewolf porn or being racist in australian, my sentence is a train wreck and you should ignore it.
but also like “i’m not into abo, assbabies are body horror” “oh you’re talking about native australians” wow which of us is racist here
I don't think anyone's saying they can't tell the difference? It's more, "Wow, that was not a word I needed to unexpectedly see while scrolling through werewolf porn and it gave me a visceral 'yuck, racists' reaction, would you mind adding 2 slashes in the middle in future so my werewolf porn experience doesn't have to be tainted with the reminder that racists exist."
... oh. yes, that’s perfectly reasonable. i wish it had been explained that way, because it absolutely makes sense. i guess i have an instinctive “oh bullshit, you concern troll, what’s your real agenda?” reaction to ‘slur, never touch’ claims because of the terf campaign against queer identity. but “that’s a very unfortunate misspelling, please spell it right so it doesn’t form a sadness word” is something i can totally support.