I have struggled with health issues for most of my life. I'm 31, and here's a truncated list of some things I've dealt with:
Ulcerative colitis with high-grade dysplasia bordering on colon cancer, requiring complete removal of my large intestine and an ileostomy for about four years. In that four years, I managed to have four strokes within days of each other.
As a result of those strokes, I am now legally blind, have short-term memory loss, widespread and painful nerve damage, and headaches that, if spread out among a few people, would knock them all out.
It's easy to react to the opioid crisis in a very urgent and passionate way. I understand that, and appreciate that this usually comes from a place of concern and care. Unfortunately, however, this leaves a lot of us battling chronic pain in a serious pickle. And pickles are serious business.
I often read and hear people making statements from a place of technicalities. What's often missing in these discussions is the human element.
So when I get my blinding headaches, or my j-pouch is acting up or my nerve pain is so bad that I'm nauseated, I am resentful. Resentful of people who abuse medications, resentful of robotic and unsympathetic medical mandates, and resentful of uninformed public opinion.
I cannot get out of bed and live my life without opiate pain medication. I have no shame in this. I've been through medical hell, and I still would like to have a semblance of normalcy in my life.
I'm blessed to have a primary-care doctor who is not only an exceptional doctor but an exceptional human being.