Here, go read this and this. Fred at Slacktivist has been on a roll lately, and I highly recommend him to both of my readers here, on the off chance they're not reading him already.
I'm sure he'll be delighted at the marginal uptick in his pageviews...
I did promise a blogroll, didn't I. I'll work on that this week, though I'm having further dental work done this week also. I'm actually kind of looking forward to it, since the more time I spend on nitrous oxide, the less time I spend thinking about my migraine. Um, is this drug-seeking behavior, you suppose?
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5 comments:
If it is drug seeking behaviour, don't worry too much about it. Go read Neal Stephenson's _Zodiac_ and pay attention to Sangamon's Principle on drugs...
When you break your own arm in order to get morphine, THAT'S "drug-seeking behavior". Enjoying the many benefits of nitrous is utterly normal human behavior.
If they turn it a little high, though, you can look up at the acoustical tile and see the little flecks turn into itty-bitty bugs and watch them move around. Okay, it only happened the one time, but still.
Hell, I get the bugs without nitrous. The inderal I'm taking for the migraines causes me to hallucinate bugs on me, and uh, zombies. No shit. Zombies, standing over me. What with the mental disorders and all, I'm kind of an old hand at the hallucination thing, and since I know there can't really be zombies in my bedroom, I tend to ignore it. On the other hand, we do have moths that came in on a shipment of cheap cattoys and now for some reason ants in the kitchen, so the bugs are entirely plausible. Sometimes ignoring them, means when I finally do look down, there really *is* something crawling on me.
To be fair, I spend a lot of time in ERs for non-evident things like headaches, and don't need to be labelled as drug-seeking, so I tend to tell them to skip whatever a lot, or slow down the drip or whatever. I do the same with the dentist. It leaves me with more pain than I probably should be putting up with, but it also means I can keep from displaying the more antisocial or freakish elements of my personality, too. The post-op recovery personnel have tended to get it full blast and a couple times called in social workers to quiz me delicately if I, for example, really feel safe going home with my partner, or would like to spend some time in a supervisory capacity. The joys of being a nutjob. At least it's entertaining...
My partner may have the book in question, PiaToR, I'll have to dig through the collection.
Well, you know yer own body, hon, but can I make one suggestion from my own experience?
PAIN. IS. NOT. YOUR. FRIEND.
If you're in constant, excruciating pain for long enough (like me having to wait three torturous years to get my broken spine fixed, while they kept me in emotional/mental hell over it and on narcotic painkillers the whole fucking time), you develop auto-immune disorders (like the sarcoidosis that I have, or, if you're REALLLLLLLY fuckin' lucky, LUPUS!) because your body can only take so much fucking stress before it starts to self-destruct.
Auto-immune disorders mean that your body can't process the stress of ongoing pain anymore, and it starts attacking your organs, because your immune system views THEM as the enemy, so it no longer spends its time doing what it is SUPPOSED to do, which is keep out the cooties, diseases, and other "bugs" from the OUTSIDE.
It's not a pretty way to go.
If there's any way, through medicine, chemistry or holistic healing, to avoid physical pain, FUCKING DO IT.
Not just for the temporal/momentary comfort, m'love, but for the LONG-RANGE AGONY THAT COMES LATER.
Yes, we live in a country where Rush Fatfuck Limbaugh can have hot & cold running Oyxcontins and Viagras every hour of the fucking day, but REAL PAIN PATIENTS ARE TREATED LIKE CRACK WHORES, but if your doctors are worth a shit at ALL, they know that you're not fucking around. That's how you can tell when you've got a good doctor or not --- when you tell them that you're in pain, they don't start quoting DEA procedure to you.
Just, no matter what, do whatever you have to do to take care of yourself, honey, 'cause nobody will do it for you. Trust Annti on that one.
Me, I have a problem with insomnia sometimes, usually when I'm travelling. This is a good excuse to try some self-medication -- i.e. seeking out the nearest brew-pub and drinking heinous amounts of barley wine -- but this doesn't often work. After the third night without sleep I am looking more spaced-out than usual, and walking into the occasional light-post, and then I find that I can't see people's faces any more, only the underlying skulls.
I'm used to this now, so it's not so disconcerting anymore... I can get through a day of making light conversation with empty-eye-socket skulls waggling their mandibles at me. This is usually at visual-perception or psych. conferences (these being my main excuse to travel). The main problem comes up when I meet the same people at another conference a year later, and they expect me to remember them. What can I say? "No, I'm not familiar with your face, but if you happen to have a head x-ray, it might help..."
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