Chronic Pain, CBT, and suicide

Chronic Pain, CBT, and Suicide

I recently read an article written by Psychology Today that stated “opioids are not useful for chronic pain”. Where this psychologist got his information from I have no clue. He says the CDC has “studied the data for years” yet didn’t quote or reference this data in his article. Yet based on this stupid article, my life and well being are in jeopardy. I am so angered by this article that calls for CBT (cognitive behavior therapy) as a treatment to cope with pain. The problem lies in many factors. CBT doesn’t work for everyone for every condition. It certainly didn’t work for me when I tried it many years ago for my depression. It was too complicated and I didn’t have the patience to sift through a packet of 30 or so pages of the treatment homework. I wanted relief, like most patients/clients do, NOW. Second, coping with pain doesn’t mean that it goes away. And in the mist of a flare up, do you really THINK I am going to go through a packet of 30 odd pages to find relief? Thirdly, not all therapists are trained in cognitive behavior therapy. There is only ONE psychologist that I know in the Boston area that is specialized in pain, let alone trying to find a CBT therapist. You have to seriously try and find out if they do this specialized therapy. But there lies the rub that if you are suicidal, like I am, you could be denied this treatment.

I understand there are many deaths from overdoses due to opioid medications and that is a sad fact that I am not trying to minimize. But denying these life saving drugs to patients and telling them to go to therapy to cope is negligent and harmful as well as may lead to MORE suicides. New York state recently is denying up to 10,000 patients pain medication/treatment because the doctor treating them is indicted for charges that I don’t know about. My friend is one of his patients and she is screwed because a pediatrician has stated that anyone that gives pain meds to these patients will be drummed up on charges. Three patients have died by suicide since this has happened. And that is only the ones we know about.

In my response to the article, which I publicly made at my own risk, I asked, how many deaths do you want? Try suicides. I have been afraid of admitting being a chronic pain patient because I am frightened that the DEA will charge through my door, though I do not abuse, sell, or misuse my medication. I barely take the 4 pills a day that I am allowed to take because sometimes I just am not in that much pain that day. Other days, I am taking it around the clock to ease my pain. And guess what, it works for my pain in combination with the other meds that I take.

The preface of this whole article was the death of Prince. But it still has not been discovered, least to my knowledge as of yet, that what he was taking was prescribed or illicit. If anything, Fentynal is a dangerous drug when used with other opioids. I had a friend’s neighbor die of an overdose with this medication. There were other circumstances surrounding her death, such as seeing other providers who had no clue she was taking other pain medications. Now there are network of pharmacies that are cracking down on this practice. I only use one pharmacy for ALL my meds because of convenience. I also see one provider for my medication in their respective specialties. I don’t see my PCP’s NP for my psych meds nor do I see my psychiatrist for my blood pressure meds. That is just silly.

This article had me so upset that I was almost to the point of being suicidally paranoid. I was developing a delusion that my pain meds were going to be taken away from me and if that ever is the case, the doctor will have to sign my death certificate. I will die by suicide and I don’t need medications to complete it. I am in therapy. It is more psychodynamic than another specialized modality. It is what keeps me sane at times. But the threat of losing my pain medication is real. If I am ever forced to stop my medication and be subjected to therapy other than what I am already in, I will kill myself. The pain is just too great, too torturous. And I won’t have a piece of paper telling me to cope with the pain when a pill can do just fine.

Saturday Blog 52

Saturday Blog 52

Despite going to bed around 0330, I woke up at a decent hour and needed coffee badly. I decided to venture out. The plan was to eat the same things I ate yesterday to see if I got ill like I did yesterday. When I got to Starbucks, I didn’t get the two doughnuts I got yesterday. I got one. I didn’t want to get bloated again. I also bought some ground beef so I can make my sauce and a can opener at Walgreens so I can open the tomato cans. Our electric can opener sucks and it took me a while to open just one can last time. I didn’t want to go through that again. So there went the money for my sub. My mother is making chicken stir fry so we’ll see how my stomach handles that. I plan on making the sauce tomorrow.

I tried to do some journaling at Starbucks and while I was waiting for the bus but nothing was coming to me. It was like my thoughts were blank. The editor of the Times got back to me. He said that after 30 days, the article is subject to any type of publication that I see fit. Seeing as I didn’t know about this publication, I am within my rights to have it pulled from the TSPN website as they didn’t contact me prior to printing their article. I did email them so I hope I get a response sometime next week. I am still livid that they did this. Luckily, it does seem like there was a response to their newsletter as I have not received any tweets or emails or blog messages concerning it.

This week has been a bad week for me. Not only physically but mentally as well. And today tops it off by getting my menses. I am so destroyed right now, although I am kind of shocked I am not horribly suicidal. I had a feeling it was going to happen because I have been getting cramps and my breasts have been hurting really bad. But because I am on the pill, it’s hard for me to know if I am getting it or if it’s just PMS like symptoms. I am not really supposed to have breakthrough bleeding because I take the pill consistently around the same time every night and also take pack after pack. I don’t get a break unless I start bleeding. So tomorrow, I am off the pill for a week. This means I need to be a female during this time period and I just fucking hate it. It is so demoralizing. I wish I could just get a hysterectomy. I am going to seriously talk to my repro endo about getting one. Then it will be one less pill to take and I don’t have to act like a female by wearing female underwear and using feminine products.

The things I find out through my blog and other thoughts

The things I find out through my blog and other thoughts

I know the internet has free content, for the most part. Any one can take anything from it. Pictures, articles, blogs, and the like. Today I found out that my New York Times article was republished through a suicide prevention network. http://tspn.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/CYHM-17.pdf. I am no longer anonymous in my writing like I thought I was. I wrote to the network to tell them although I am flattered by being on their cover of this issue, I am also dismayed they did so without my knowledge, consent, or permission. I mean, they could have sent me a tweet or tried to contact me through my blog or something. I shouldn’t have had to find out through my own blog that this was published. It just pisses me off.

I am feeling better after I had my nap but now I can’t sleep because I napped. My stomach is still kind of queasy. I was kind of looking for a snack so I had three Oreos thins. I wanted more but didn’t want to push my luck. I feel ok but I am still kind of hungry. I am not going to eat because I don’t know what will happen. I didn’t take my night time dose of Zoloft because I want to see how I fair. If I don’t get sick after I eat an evening meal, then I know it’s the Zoloft making me sick again. I am going to take it easy tomorrow and try not to eat so much at once, even though I really didn’t. I just had a sub and some fries. I shouldn’t have eaten it because I wasn’t hungry to begin with. But I hadn’t eaten anything since 0900 so I had to eat something. I am going to eat the same things I had today tomorrow and see if I get sick. If I don’t, then I know it’s the Zoloft. If I do, then I know it’s what I am eating.

I got my pens today. For some reason, I was very excited about receiving them. I guess I am happy that I have them because one of my pens ran out of ink the other night. I had to replace the ink with the pen I just bought because I didn’t have refills. I plan on buying them on my next Amazon order. I should be banned from ordering on Amazon. You can get pretty much anything and everything. I just got like 6 items and it’s almost 100 bucks. Granted one of the items is a $50 book, but still. I can really go to town when I am on the website and I am bored. I usually save the items for later. I hope that my food processor and new watch isn’t caught in the storms that are affecting the Midwest. I am supposed to get them on Monday and I hope that I do.

Mohammad Ali passed away tonight. Seems 2016 is taking a lot of good people. I am glad that my father, though he wasn’t the best of people, is not alone. I never wrote up the story. Maybe I will after I finish this blog. I am wide awake anyways. It will give me something to do. I just hope that it doesn’t cause me to have PTSD symptoms.

Was having a good day…

Was having a good day…

The day started out okay. I got up, checked my email and stuff on my phone and wanted to get a coffee. So I went to Starbucks with my new psych book. I got the new cold brewed coffee with sweet cream. It was very good. I had two doughnuts because I was kind of hungry and today was National Doughnut Day. I read about 12 pages of the book before I couldn’t read anymore. By this time it was close to the next bus leaving for home. I decided to get something at CVS before heading to the bus stop. They had meatballs on sale so I got a bag and figured I would make sauce when I got home. I was feeling pretty good.

I got home and I don’t know what happened. My ankle crapped out on me soon after undressing and getting into my PJs. Forget about making the sauce. I wasn’t going to tax myself seeing that I was already in pain and would have to stand for at least 3 hours while the sauce cooked. I would be sitting down and getting up like every 15-20 minutes but still, it would be a lot of work for a small batch of sauce when my ankle was telling me fuck you.

So I took my pain meds and decided to back up my files on my laptop as I think I need a new cooling fan. My laptop is making a high pitched whine like an airplane taking off when it starts and stops. If I didn’t have to take everything apart to replace it, I would do it myself. But it’s too complicated for me and I rather have a professional do it. Which means, I will be out close to $300 next month to have it fixed. I need to ship it to Dell. I trust their work more than anyone else’s.

I wasn’t really hungry for lunch but felt like I should eat something as I hadn’t had a huge breakfast. So I ordered a pastrami sub and fries. Now I wish I hadn’t. I feel so damn sick because I ate too much at once. I couldn’t stop eating the fries. My stomach is doing flip flops. I just took a Zofran to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach. I really don’t feel well. I probably should have stay out as I was fine while out and about. It was a nice day today too. Not too hot or cold. The sad part is, I think I will feel better if I do puke. But I hate puking as I am fearful my back will go out on me.

I don’t know why I feel so sick. This is the third day that I have eaten a meal and then felt bloated and nauseated. I hope the Zoloft isn’t to blame for this. Think I will skip tonight’s dose and see how I feel tomorrow.