Since I was diagnosed, I've been wondering if it would be possible to replace my Tramadol with a placebo. The goal of the Tramadol, after all, is simply to reduce my suffering - surely a sugar pill that I utterly believed in would be worth trying, right?
Well, we accidentally did something similar. Thursday, I filled my pill tray. Discovered I'd run out of Tramadol on Monday, and told Dancer to refill my script in time. He forgot. I forgot that I'd run out. And I take soooo many tablets in the morning that I didn't notice I was taking one fewer.
Tuesday was my first day without. By Tuesday afternoon, Anna had taken Dancer quietly aside and asked him what was wrong. I was too grumpy and irritable, wasn't willing to move much, and was showing all my objective signs of being in more-than-usual pain.
I only noticed what had happened on Thursday. Tuesday and Wednesday I didn't feel right, but I put it down to the hives issue. It didn't seem terribly serious to me. But Dancer and Anna could definitely tell that something was wrong.
An hour after I got the Tramadol into me, I was more active and less grumpy. I'm still not fully right, but whoa, the difference it makes.
Well, at least we know now, right?
Edit to add:
Tramadol is a synthetic opiate. If I have the terminology correct, it's an opiod rather than an actual opiate. It has a similar painkilling effect, but - as far as anyone can tell - without the addiction or the tolerance problems most opiods have.
The problem it does have is this: noone's been on it long-term yet. Or rather, I and the people like me are the first group. So noone knows yet if we're ruining our livers, kidneys, spleens, stomachs, or other useful body parts.
Well, we accidentally did something similar. Thursday, I filled my pill tray. Discovered I'd run out of Tramadol on Monday, and told Dancer to refill my script in time. He forgot. I forgot that I'd run out. And I take soooo many tablets in the morning that I didn't notice I was taking one fewer.
Tuesday was my first day without. By Tuesday afternoon, Anna had taken Dancer quietly aside and asked him what was wrong. I was too grumpy and irritable, wasn't willing to move much, and was showing all my objective signs of being in more-than-usual pain.
I only noticed what had happened on Thursday. Tuesday and Wednesday I didn't feel right, but I put it down to the hives issue. It didn't seem terribly serious to me. But Dancer and Anna could definitely tell that something was wrong.
An hour after I got the Tramadol into me, I was more active and less grumpy. I'm still not fully right, but whoa, the difference it makes.
Well, at least we know now, right?
Edit to add:
Tramadol is a synthetic opiate. If I have the terminology correct, it's an opiod rather than an actual opiate. It has a similar painkilling effect, but - as far as anyone can tell - without the addiction or the tolerance problems most opiods have.
The problem it does have is this: noone's been on it long-term yet. Or rather, I and the people like me are the first group. So noone knows yet if we're ruining our livers, kidneys, spleens, stomachs, or other useful body parts.


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