dr mom ~

Sometimes a kiss and a bandage aren't enough.  We need our drugs!

I grew up in a large family, 9 kids running around ~ and Mom did not run us into the doctors office over every little accident that happened.  Although, there were times when I really had to question her judgement call on a few incidents.  Granted, this was back in the 50's through the 70's that she had a house full of kids ... and Mom's seemed to take care of those things better than the Mom's of now days, who have their little ones in the ER over the littlest sniffles. 

Mom was, and still is, one of these put a bandage on it, give a little kiss on the forehead (checking for a fever) kind of "healers".  She also liked to dabble in the herbal medicines.  There were plenty of times I remember her smashing up a plantain leaf, putting it on an open wound, covering it up with a bandage for 24 hours so the infection could be drawn out. Or she'd have us drinking raspberry juice for fevers, or she and Granny B. would cook up some kind of goop to smear on your chest for a bad cold.

BUT ... to this day, and I'm sure until her dying day ... she still has this big hang up about narcotic drugs.  Now, mind you ~ she is in her 80's, I'm in my 50's, my oldest sister is in her 60's (more on her later).  Anyhoooooooo.... Mom just has it in her head that if you take pain killers ... you WILL become addicted.

Oh, you won't notice it at first; but if you take that full prescription it will alter your thinking and before you know it ... you'll be addicted ... and then you'll be asking for a refill on it ... the doctor will prescribe it ... because that's what they do ... they get you started then let you on it for awhile until you're addicted ... then they doctor you for the addiction with some other drugs to get you off of the one they started you on ... it's  all "job security" for them ... all the doctors these days are in 'cahoots' with the pharmaceutical companies ... it's a vicious circle!!!

Oh Momma! Some days you drive me crazy ... crazier than I already am.  

Now... as you know, if you follow my blog, on the 14th of this month I under went a little surgery on my breast.  I had a lumpectomy / with a partial mastectomy done.  I was given a prescription for pain ... and I NEEDED IT!  Dear sweet momma comes over.  She gives me my kiss ... then she notices the prescription bottle sitting on the cupboard and reads it.  It says I can have 1 to 2 pills every 4 to 6 hours, as needed for pain.

It's only day 2 after my surgery.  I'm hurting.  Mom asks, "how many of these narcotics have you taken so far?"  Oh boy ... I know where this is going already.  I told her I'm doing just what the bottle says, I'm taking 4 to 6 pills every 2 to 4 hours.  HA!!! Do I know how to rattle a cage or what?

I know, I can be sarcastic sometimes; maybe it's because my mind has been altered so many times from narcotics over the years.  I'm using that for my excuse these days :)

Well ...

The other day, my oldest sister had to undergo surgery.  She had to have her toe amputated.  Ouch!!

I got a phone call from Mom, she's giving me the update on how things are going for her.  Guess what she says?  Yep ... you guessed it.  She says that they (the doctors) prescribed her some pain killers and she can take them every 4 to 6 hours ... and so far she's taking them every 4 hours.  She isn't able to hold off and take them at least every 6 hours.  She's worried about her taking too many and becoming addicted.  "Mercy!  Momma it's only the second day.  She's not going to become addicted!"

I need to go and dig up some roots of something and smash them against my head!!

I know she means well ... and I love her dearly ... but some days ~

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel