Link to my original thread.
Two weeks now since my husband was admitted to hospital with the GI bleed that nearly killed him.
I’m not happy with the hospital anymore - they released him on the day that they told me he’d be staying in a few more days, without notifying me and without giving him any instructions re: what to eat when he got home, how much time to have off work or anything.
They also still haven’t forwarded his files to his Dr’s surgery like they promised to. Even though he’s called them and asked for it to be done. And his Doc is pretty much saying “Well, we can’t do much (re: following up on the ulcer) until I have their records and find out what happened/what they did from a medical point of view”.
In the last week and a half since he got home, he’s used the ibuprofen/codeine once. This morning. And he had 12 tablets where previously he’d been having 36 a day. So that’s 12 in two weeks vs over 100 a week. But that’s only with a liberal application of oxycodone and oxycontin that the hospital and his doctor sent him home with. Now he’s out of the oxy. Which is why he took the ib/co this morning.
He’s got an appointment with an opiate clinic to try and get on a maintenance program. But thanks to the already-stretched South Australian health system that’s not until Thursday. Next week. Nearly another week away, thanks to those playing at home. And his doc is on Holiday until Tuesday next week.
I don’t want him lapsing back into taking the ib/co. His GI tract is still sensitive from the damage he did to it. We don’t know how well the ulcer has healed and how much irritation it would take to make it flare up again. But he needs something to hold on to until he can get into the clinic. He can’t go to work whilst he’s withdrawing, and he won’t take time off work to just let things pass through his system until he can get to the clinic. So we went to the practice that his doctor operates out of, to see another doctor and to try and get just a 5-day repeat of the oxy, or some straight codeine. Anything.
This was the response. “Oxycodone is highly addictive. I don’t prescribe addictive medications for addicts. I can refer you to drug & alcohol counselling.”
We explain we’ve spoken to them. We explain about the appointment and the fact that it’s a week away. We explain that we know oxy is addictive, but surely it’s better to be on that short-term until he can get in to his appointment at the clinic, rather than going back to taking the ib/co and possibly irritating his ulcer and ending up in hospital again?
It was like talking to a fucking brick wall. It’s just so frustrating. I mean, I get why doctors are reluctant to prescribe drugs of dependence to an addict. But seriously. What you’re saying is either go into withdrawal until your appointment - which will result in him having to take time (unpaid) off of work and possibly lead to him ending up taking the ib/co again - or just go straight back to taking the medication that nearly killed you in the first place. Two great choices there doc.
The world isn’t that black and white. There’s shades of grey. Sometimes doing something less absolutely right in the short-term is going to help someone in the long term. I really believe this is one of those situations.
Now hubby’s depressed and angry. He’s trying to get clean. He wants to do the right thing, for his own health and for me. But it seems like at every turn we’re being blocked. The fortnight it took to get in to the clinic. The fact that the clinic only operates during business hours, so he has to make an excuse to his boss about why he’s going to have to take off for x amount of time each time they want him in there. His own Dr being on holiday, then this Dr refusing to help in any meaningful way.
I’m depressed and angry. I’ve lived with my husband’s addiction for two years. I’ve enabled him. I’m feeling guilty for that. A fortnight ago, I thought I would be a widow before I hit 24. We haven’t been intimate since before he went into hospital, because of the obvious but also because the medication he was given was just enough to keep him functioning. It certainly wasn’t enough to make him feel romantic or intimate. I’ve been having my own problems with a latent anxiety disorder flaring up into full panic attacks. But I can’t lean too hard on him because I’m the one meant to be supporting him. I want my husband back. I want him to not be constantly in pain, constantly depressed or scared. I want to fix this problem for him. But I can’t. I’m helpless and I hate it.