A week ago, I had a temper tantrum. It isn’t something that I am especially proud of, and thankfully it happens rarely, but when I do kick off, it is invariably about medication – the frustration of meds not working as they should, the horrible pain that never stops, the side effects, the general feeling of hopelessness about the whole situation, and the annoyance with myself that I’ve fallen for it yet again despite knowing that it simply doesn’t work for me. I’ve been here before, about a year ago, when I had a mega tantrum; I went off in a sulk, immediately stopped taking opioids and was astonished to find that I experienced far less pain. So why don’t I learn? What is it about my messy head that makes me keep reaching out for something which has proved, not once but twice now, that it actually creates more problems than it resolves?
I started taking a very low dose of opioids again in January. I’d stopped taking them about a year earlier (after the especially impressive tantrum) and apart for a couple of weeks of being blasted with morphine due to more surgery last summer, hadn’t taken any since. By January I was struggling to walk, was fed up of being on sticks, took an age to cover even the shortest distance, and had been told that opioid intolerance is short-lived and that after a couple of months’ break they would provide effective pain relief once more. So, stupidly, I started taking a very low dose of them once again. As anticipated, it all went swingingly for a couple of weeks, all that lovely warm fuzzy feeling tingling throughout my body, diminished pain, and a feeling of being totally wasted for several hours every day – what’s not to like?! But, a month later, it turned. There was more pain, widespread pain, no lovely fuzziness and feeling too bombed out to function even at a basic level. I gave it another month before realising that I needed to stop taking them because there was simply no obvious benefit in continuing. No tantrum , just a simple acceptance that this wasn’t working and I needed to stop.
Anyway, who needs opioids? Not me, I had a Plan B. Following a raid on my rather shamefully large stash of scary medication, I dug out some non-opioid strong pain killers and decided to give them a whirl again. I’d been prescribed them post-surgery last year, and apart from a few stomach issues, I couldn’t remember anything worrying about taking them. Feeling somewhat smug at ditching the opioids and optimistic about taking a non-opioid alternative instead, I took the first dose. After about half an hour they kicked in – the pain all but disappeared, as did my cold symptoms (an unexpected bonus), however I experienced very strong nausea, clamminess, cold sweats, shakes, drowsiness, feeling totally wasted (again), forgetfulness, disorientation and diarrhea for the next couple of days. I’d taken one of a possible three doses for the day. Needless to say I didn’t take any more, I’d rather deal with pain than all that stuff, and the side effects finally wore off after about 4 days. The tantrum began on Day 1 then tailed off a few days ago. I decided to not take any more medication, but I do feel incredibly upset and frustrated that, in the 21st century, we don’t seem to be able to find any medication which deals with this type of chronic pain, that enables a person to carry out simple daily activities without it being a major achievement, and to ease the co-morbidity of associated mental health issues and depression. My condition and type of pain is not in any way unusual, but I now totally despair of finding anything which can improve the quality (or lack of) of my life and feel completely let down by the medical profession.
Tantrum over, and I am now ‘pill free’. My pain is now managed by my ever-faithful hot water bottle, which is my constant companion (and, incidentally, appears to possess more pain relieving properties than any of the painkilling medications I’ve been prescribed). I’m currently experiencing what I hope is the tail-end of the ‘cold turkey’ phase – my body screaming out for opioids by producing various nasty aches and pains, but my brain’s not buying into that nonsense. I’ve been there before, and am in no hurry to go back.
Stopping all medication isn’t any easy option, and probably doesn’t work for everyone, but if you can manage to do it, there are massive benefits in doing so. These two images are very revealing (no pun intended) in that they are records of the pain I experienced at specific times. The image on the left shows the pain I experienced on a particular day around a fortnight ago – it is not unusual for that time, the other days are much the same. Clearly, there is widespread pain in most areas of my body; most significant is that at this time, I was taking a low dose of opioids and a continuing long-term dose of NSAIDs. The image on the right is from yesterday, almost a week since taking any medication, and what is screamingly obvious in this is that the pain is less widespread, very specific and logical – basically, the pain is there because there is a physical reason for it, in this case, it is because of arthritic deterioration in my right hip. What I find astonishing about these images is the amount of pain and distortion which painkillers and NSAIDs can cause. I’ve recently had several visits to medical specialists (leg, knee, spine, musculoskeletal etc) all of whom are trying to diagnose what the problem is and where the pain is coming from, and they’re struggling. I originally started creating these diagrams to help them with this, thinking it might be a useful tool for them to consider, however, looking at these images, it is clearly incredibly difficult to diagnose anything where medication is interfering with my body’s pain receptors alongside the side effects of supposed painkilling medications.
The epiphany of ‘pain killers create more pain’ is difficult to accept, because it undermines much of the conventional approaches and treatment of chronic pain. It is also worth noting that not everyone has such issues – many people manage chronic pain with opioids with no such responses to them, as I did for around a decade. However, now that my body is clearly intolerant to them and I may also have developed OIH (opioid induced hyperalgesia) as an added bonus, it is vitally important for me to find alternative ways of managing my pain – and if that means no medication, so be it. Coming off the meds is rough, physically and psychologically, and I think I must be pretty desperate to even attempt it. As you might expect, the physical pain is more intense than when using painkillers, but not by as much as you might expect, and psychologically I have found I am more able to manage the impact of the pain because it is far less widespread and there is a real physical reason why it is there. Finally, what I really appreciate about this, is that my head has regained a bit more clarity, I am now less muddled and I can think more clearly; it’s like a heavy fog lifting, and finally what you see is clear.
In 2010, my arthroscopy was swiftly followed by surgery for a lateral unicompartmental knee arthroplasty – put simply, a partial replacement on the outer side of my knee. Yet despite scouring the internet for an accurate picture to accompany this post, I am left disappointed; my prosthesis looks nothing like this rather neat and immaculate bit of kit. Mine is a different shape, has four screws at various exciting angles which attach it to my bone, and the crazy desperation of the whole thing appeals to my rather warped sense of humour; I kind of like the idea of being held together with a few screws.
Bare Bones 