Screw the DEA

Last Friday I broke my ankle and another bone in my foot.  If you have never broken a bone, you have no clue how much it hurts.  I asked the nurse for Dilaudid, the strongest painkiller I know.  She gave me one measly shot in my ass and told me that Percodan was the only continuing medication I would get.  If Percocet, which is stronger and which contains acetaminophen, did not make make throw up, I would have accepted it.  OxyContin has neither aspirin nor acetaminophen in it, but even though OxyContin is the SAME MEDICATION AS PERCODAN, they wouldn’t prescribe it, either.

The watered-down version of Dilaudid with which the nurse injected me had no effect.  My foot was throbbing and swollen as as a grapefruit.  It hurt like hell.  The tech wrapped it with an Ace bandage because my foot was too swollen to be cast yet.  I was given a prescription for 16 4.8355-325MG Percodan and sent home.  The pharmacy was closed by then.  I lay awake in agony all night.

Now, if there is anybody out there who can answer this question, please do: Why do pharmaceuticals make painkillers such as morphine, Didluadid, Percodan, opium, OxyContin, codeine, methadone,  Tussionex, Tramadol, Demerol, Sublimaze, and Duragesic (among others) if these drugs are then prohibited from use by people who are in terrible pain?  I have been attacked violently by street dogs, was seriously injured in an automobile accident, and my future ex-husband beat the crap out of me, kicking me up and down my body and on my head so hard that, one inch higher, and he would have killed me.

Well.  For the dog attack, I received one week’s worth of Tylenol 3, which made me sick the whole time.  For the automobile accident, I got 10 tablets of 10 mgs Valium and two weeks of Phernergan with a small dose of codeine.  And, for the beating, I got two aspirin and a glass of water.  I should I have gone to the hospital, but my FEH was so afraid of the county sheriff throwing him in jail and my parents destroying his life that I let him off the hook.

Again.

He had a plane to catch home.  He didn’t know how to drive there, and I had to turn in the rental car anyway, so, despite my pain, I drove him there.  Even though he had beaten me almost to death, and I had to clean up the house, I found myself weeping at his departure.  We had been together four years, and I couldn’t face the thought of letting him go.  I also couldn’t bear the vision of anyone seeing the bruises on my face and body.

So I flew home two days later, as scheduled.  As the plane took off, I finally cried.

At home, I couldn’t sleep.  My body ached everywhere.  The heavy clothing I wore hid my bruises, so no one noticed them.  I had no remedy for the pain.  He had broken my ear and cracked my ribs.  If I hadn’t felt so ashamed, I would have gone to the hospital, I hurt so much.

But then, what would the hospital have done?

They’d have given me two Tylenol and sent me home.

Who gets the legally produced, pharmaceutical grade drugs the DEA takes away from those of us who legitimately need them?  What happens to these drugs?  Who gets to use them? Why are these pills no longer name-brand, but cheap, generic, less-potent quality?  If the DEA is so concerned about drug abuse, why are there so many meth labs operating, so much crack, so much Ecstasy?

Why the hell is alcohol LEGAL, but marijuana is NOT?  Alcohol kills people every day.  Marijuana does NOT.

Wake up, you disgusting prohibitionists.  If people want to buy narcotics, let them.  Let doctors have the right to prescribe painkillers to people who truly need them.  The DEA has NO RIGHT to prevent physicians from keeping their patients in agony because they think decide no one should rest in peace from a broken bone, or an invasive operation, or from a devastating accident.  That isn’t the government’s decision to make, but a doctor’s.

DEA, get out of a business about which you know nothing, about which you never studied in college or medical school–if you ever attended either–and let the doctors prescribe and treat their patients without your unwanted, uninvited, unwelcome interference.

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