No wonder there is an opioid epidemic in this country.
Recently, we learned that average life expectancy in the U.S. decreased for the second year in a row — something we have not seen since the early 1960s. Experts attribute this disturbing finding to the increase in drug-related deaths caused by opioid overdoses. After my family's recent experience, I am not surprised.
At 2 a.m. on a Thursday, my husband, Sam, awoke with belly pain. We went to the emergency room, and 12 hours later we came home with one fewer appendix and a bottle of pills.
My husband received excellent medical care and a stellar outcome. I could not be happier with the experience, except for one thing:
At every turn, Sam's clinicians pushed opioid-based narcotics without a second thought.
The first time a clinician attempted to give my husband opioids was when we arrived at the ER. Before the appendicitis diagnosis, we asked the ER nurse what my husband's options were for managing his pain. The nurse said they would be happy to give Sam the opioid-based narcotic Dilaudid.
Because I happen to have a family member who is a doctor, I knew to ask for a specific drug (Toradol) that is a nonopiate painkiller (basically intravenous ibuprofen). The nurse seemed confused when we asked for this alternative. He offered to give Sam Toradol and Dilaudid. We clarified again: "Could we try Toradol first to see if that works before taking narcotics?" Yes, we could.
Toradol worked great for Sam; the nonnarcotic managed his pain well.