Ahh…
Stoid and I are both '99ers on this Board, but my first remembered experience with a thread of hers was the “Legal Appeal”. A classic SDMB thread if there ever was one.
MeHeeKo? Really!?
Of course!
It’s all so simple and straight forward!
As stated, my home has enough nasties to feed all of Stoid’s buddies.
I did not recognize the name “Klonopin” - I know it as clonazepam - it is an anti-anxiety drug roughly equivalent to Xanax. It has a useful side-effect with me - sleep*.
When these drugs are restricted as are the opiates because of asshole abuse, I am going to be really, really pissed.
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- I have puberty-onset insomnia. I cannot sleep without drugs. Yes - 4 days straight, no sleep - lie in bed for 10 hours, wide awake - type insomnia. Benzos are marginally better than ETOH and diphenhydramine. Or so I thought back in 2000 when I finally agreed with my MD that I should try them.
I can get these drugs because the police do NOT notice an uptick in drug use every month when I get a refill.
- I have puberty-onset insomnia. I cannot sleep without drugs. Yes - 4 days straight, no sleep - lie in bed for 10 hours, wide awake - type insomnia. Benzos are marginally better than ETOH and diphenhydramine. Or so I thought back in 2000 when I finally agreed with my MD that I should try them.
you bet! I love my dentist… he did a fantastic job with the root canal and cap for less than half of the quotes I was getting in LA. I was skeptical, but several friends reported excellent care and prices and they were absolutely right. if you live near the border and you don’t want to pay a fortune for dental care, its the way to go.
Methinks Stoid does not understand. She’s thick as a brick, that one.
Ayup.
Let me guess… he looks like the Frito Bandido, amirite?
Oh, thicker! 
My dentist laughs when he sees it’s me in the chair, all prepped for surgery. He looks over at his new assistant and says “You’re going to love this… okay, digs. How much novacaine do you want?” “Rather have the pain than the drugs, doc.” The asst looks on confused as the old dentist laughs. Not sure why it’s SO funny. A couple of minutes of zen-like “focusing through the pain” and I’m done with it… no numb lips, slurred speech or fogginess.
Also spent years in spinal pain… til I couldn’t walk and my insurance finally agreed to pay for a proper diagnosis and I got it fixed. Again, chose the pain over the drugs.
I’m betting that’s foreign to some ::cough:: Stoid people.
There’s a few billion people on this Earth who live in pain every day. None of us are unique in that as much as it may feel that way with people like you trying to shame us about wanting relief while showing how awesome you are to choose to face it every time.
Choosing pain isn’t some kind of noble exercise.
I knew I was being dickesque, but I was really just trying to shame Stoid…
…but that’s pointless, isn’t it?
Example was of small, short-lived pain, and does NOT apply to anyone with real, chronic pain. Apologies and admiration to you all*.
*Except Stoid, 'cause her thread.
Yeah, pretty much… Not because I’m not capable of shame… [li]god, if only… it’s like a fucking cancer… the ol’ ball ‘n’ chain of shame… [/li] I’m just not capable of being badgered / taunted / bullied into feeling shame because other people think I should feel shame over things that I feel perfectly comfortable with. Which would describe all the the silliness in these threads about me and drugs.
And I also can’t be made to feel shame over the fact that I have no pain threshold to speak of… how did you know? Fortunately so far I haven’t had all that much pain in my life. (That was kind of out of left field, wasn’t it? I guess you were assuming that I’m constantly seeking pain medication or something?)
If I am ever afflicted with something really painful or which requires really painful/alarming treatment, I suspect I won’t have to live with it for very long since it’s a pretty good bet my caregivers will probably kill me just to shut me the fuck up.
Heh…you’d laugh here - we even get a local anasthetic as a matter of course when donating blood (I donated on Sunday, and the nurse didn’t even asked if I wanted it, just went ahead and administered)
Damn, I’ve never been wrong about more things at one time. You’re right, I was assuming you react to physical and/or emotional pain with pharmaceuticals (because your first reaction to someone in need is to fill your pockets with Anal Doggie Drugs*).
I stand corrected.
Look, don’t let the rest of the Pit know that I was talking to you like a human being, mmkay?
*Do you have Analdoggiedrugs.Wordpress.com registered yet?
They asked. And “they” are two of my dearest friends in the world. They ask for anything and if it’s within my power, I give.
I used to eat about 40 ibuprofen per menstrual cycle, surprised I didn’t trash my stomach. Hell, if I get a hangnail I need to go lie down. Total wuss.
But as utterly weak and useless as I am with physical pain, I’m kind of an Ironman when it comes to emotional pain. Not because I don’t feel it, but because I do…I walk right through it with guts exposed and shredded. I can’t count the number of times friends have told me they could never have withstood the things I have. My boundaryless-ness means no compartmentalizing until a more convenient time… all in, all the way, until I’ve felt and processed every little bit of it. I don’t drink or take anything, that doesn’t help. (I do tend to sleep a lot, but mostly because I’m exhausted!) But as a result I generally recover very well, my sorrows and griefs don’t linger and make me feel fragile, and I am generally very happy with life, even when it kicks me in the ass, because it’s all part of it, and I love being alive.
And I’m very good with others’ pain; I’m at ease with grief, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable or nervous, I don’t fumble around not knowing what to do when people are hurting, I know exactly what to do. It is a gift I’m very grateful for because it is something of real value I can give to those I love. I can be shockingly useless when it comes to a lot of normal human activities and behaviors, but according to the reports from the people who actually know, it seems I’m something of an exceptional friend. So when I am feeling particularly broken and hopeless (and shamed…though I’m working on that because it’s SO counterproductive…) I remember that yeah, I do bring something of real value that justifies my continuing to take up space on the planet. Whew…
Oh I’m sure they won’t hold it against you for too long.
My hugs are so earnest and wholesome, they cause physical pain and temporary blindness to bystanders.
Stoid: the fairy godmother of drug dealers.
Pharmacist good though, not Therapist good.
You realize this is just a comforting thing to say to someone in pain, right? This is a phrase uttered by someone who is emotionally taking care of someone having a hard time. It is not literally true. If you hear this often enough to lose count, you aren’t the emotional rock you think you are.
It apparently also means regularly being such a wreck that your friends need to give you inspirational boosts such as the above.
Congratufuckinglations. Such an accomplishment.
Your opinion of yourself knows no bounds.
She is the Mother Theresa of her community.