Alright, Story time number 2.
So, after I got discharged from the Hospital after my Transplant. I was on T3s for pain(Tylenol 3). They weren't helping and I informed my Doctor of this. Now, instead of switching me to something better. He just said "Take an extra one everytime you take them". So, for a solid month, I was taking 2 T3s every 4 hours. A month of that got me so badly constipated that I had to be put in the hospital, wasn't allowed to eat any food, and my god, did they try so much to make me shit. I'm pretty sure they were close to using Draino.
Well, after a week of being in the hospital, not allowed to eat, but still had to take my Antirejection meds, My drug levels shot through the roof. I was supposed to go home on a thursday but i feeling dizzy and decided to stay another day. Well, that decision saved my life. Had I gone home. I'd have died.
You see, Friday morning I woke up, I ate my 32 Pieces of Bacon(Not joking), and again, I felt dizzy. I decided to take a quick nap before I headed home. Well, for me, I closed my eyes only to open them 36 hours later in ICU.
What had happened was, I was chatting up the Nurses at the Nurses Desk and I had a seizure. I dropped to the floor and seized like a mother fucker. They carried me to my room, where I had another seizure. After some time, I want for a CT or MRI. I don't remember, and during that, I had my 3rd and final seizure. On my 3rd one, I seized so hard that I aspirated into my lungs and fractured my spine in my T6 and T7(That's roughly between the shoulder blades).
So, I had to be sent back to ICU, had tubes to drain the vomit in my lungs, and no one for the first week believed I was in back pain. They only believed me after I demanded they look at my back. So, for the first week after those Seizures the only thing I had for pain was a cunting Hot towel. I was extremely pissed. After that they said "Oh, I'm sorry".
But ya, now, because of that. I am in extreme pain. My back hasn't healed properly and I get about 2-5 hours a sleep a day. I've even had a Vertibleplasti done and that didn't help at all.
So, after they find out my back is fucked. They put me on a different pain killer. This time I got Hydromorphone. It worked fine for the first 5 months, then everytime I took it, it made me vomit horribly. I went an entire month without pain control because I didn't want to vomit.
I met with Chronic pain and they switched me to Oxycodone(breakthrough), and Oycotin(Long lasting), for the first week, they worked beautifully. I was in no pain whatsoever. But after that first week, it started to hurt again. On a scale of 1 to 10 of pain. 10 being the worst, 1 being nothing. I went from a 1 to a 3 in the second week of Oxys. In the 3rd week I went up to a 5, in the 4th week I went up to a solid 8 and it holds steady at an 8 now.
A month goes by and I meet with Chronic pain again. I tell them that the Oxy isn't working anymore. They accuse me of taking street drugs, call me a drug addict, and say that I have to deal with the pain for another month because they don't trust me.(This was just 3 weeks ago).
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