“Never let people’s negative thoughts about you hinder you from accomplishing what God put in your heart. Dare to dream and dare to live it.” –Unknown
Year: 2017
1 in 3 Americans Blame Doctors For National Opioid Epidemic, STAT-Harvard Poll Finds
https://www.statnews.com/2016/03/17/stat-harvard-opioid-poll/
The “epidemic” was created by the government. It’s another way to try and control patients. The pharmaceutical companies are jacking up their prices left and right, and I know a lot of people who are fighting their insurance companies to pay for their medication each month.
When you’re telling cancer patients that you’re not going to keep them comfortable, it’s a legitimate problem. Anyone who is terminal or in chronic pain should not be told that there’s nothing that can be done for them.
When you’re drug-testing your patients who have not signed a pain contract, you’re violating some serious laws under the guise of “medicine”.
I make no apologies for blaming doctors who are refusing to be doctors. The Hippocratic Oath states “Do No Harm”. In the past year, it’s become “Do No Harm To Me Or My Bottom Line”; because people are no longer being treated like patients. I had a doctor cut my pain medication off five years ago. I’ve struggled terribly ever since. There was no weaning process (It wasn’t a narcotic.), but I’d taken this medication for Fibromyalgia for fifteen years. I took it as needed. Between that medication and a muscle relaxer, I was better able to function most days. Five years later and I find myself in a place where the disease has progressively gotten worse and there’s no relief in sight. My options are Kratom and CBD oil. Over time, both can become extremely expensive. The CBD oil recommended to me is $224 a bottle. I know it’s something that will last six months or longer because the dosage is tiny, but then I wondered what the hell I’d do if it didn’t help me. I’d not only be out the cash, I’d be back at square one.
I would love to see doctors fighting back against this insanity. Prescribing monthly medication to someone to ease their suffering and give them a slightly better quality of life is far different from legitimate addicts who choose street drugs. Are Vicodin and Percocet the problem? No. Is heroin a problem in North America? Hell yes. It’s a problem in many countries, we aren’t special snowflakes. But let’s not accuse sufferers who are going to doctors for help and call them addicts. People with pain matter.
Doctors are leaving this country to practice medicine elsewhere. This will inevitably lead to less medical school enrollment, leaving us short on potential doctors who could actually do some good.
In a time where the government is fucked beyond words, pain patients MUST support each other and stand up. Voices make a difference when they’re powerful enough to be heard.
Prayer
“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” ―Mahatma Gandhi
Don’t Forget That You’re Human
This is definitely where I’m at today. I’m trying to focus on the fact that I’ve written close to 450 pages in two weeks, and that it’s good work. I wish I was able to fully focus solely on the future and nothing else. Alas, I AM human and there’s a lot going on. I’m going to focus on the power of prayer for now. I need some healing energy, for sure.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone! Be happy, healthy, and safe.
VA Psychiatrist Charged With Fraud And Money Laundering
I’m not surprised, but I am angry for the people affected by this. 😦
I Am The Way Into The City Of Woe
“I am the way into the city of woe,
I am the way into eternal pain,
I am the way to go among the lost.
Justice caused my high architect to move,
Divine omnipotence created me,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me there were no created things
But those that last forever—as do I.
Abandon all hope you who enter here.”
―Dante Alighieri, Inferno
When Someone You Love Dies
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.” ―John Irving
Checking In
Hello everyone! I hope this finds everyone in a good place, or at least, not a painful one. Life happens and I know it’s not all roses, sunshine, and ice cream. 😦
I didn’t mean to drop off the planet for a bit, and in truth, it hasn’t been that long. Even still, it’s unacceptable to keep everyone out of the loop.
About two and a half weeks ago I began writing a piece of fiction that has been haunting me for several months. I began my third draft this morning of an 80,000 word novel. It’s a genre I was unaware I could write, but I am thoroughly enjoying my time spent (About 8-14 hours a day) with these characters. And even though the characters keep changing their strengths and personalities on me, each trying to be in the lead for who is stronger, I am finding myself doing all that I can to keep their best assets in tact, and complete this for submission to an agent. I wouldn’t need representation if this wasn’t a “hobby genre”. It’s the polar opposite of anything else I’ve ever written. It will appeal to people who read the genre, but not so much to the average reader, and that’s okay. None of you will be obligated to grab a copy, unless I self-publish, in which case, there will be freebies available (for judgment). And even then, more than half of you won’t like it. Hell, I myself am learning to be comfortable with this new side of myself. She’s always existed, but suddenly she was handed the keys to go for it, so why the hell not make an effort?
Aside from that dose of positive news, I’ve been plagued by migraines, fell down the back stairs last week while taking out the recycling (I thought I’d come away with a few bruises and some soreness, but apparently I banged myself a lot harder than I originally thought.), and just plain haven’t felt like myself.
I am spending the majority of my time writing and rewriting. I can’t complain there. When I declared the first draft to be “missing something”, I banged out a 20,000 word change that shifted the entire story in a few direction. So what is my problem? Finding the right way to stop the story. Doing a “one and done” novel has never been something I’d anticipated attempting. I like writing series work. It allows for expansion and growth, and takes the reader on a journey. A book should be more than words on a page; it should mean something. Regardless of genre, you should come away educated, enlightened, happy, sad, or a plethora of other things, but you should still gain something from your time spent reading an author’s work. Even if you hate it. However, agree, here and now, not to tell me you hated something I wrote. Respectfully decline to comment on it, don’t read it a second time, but agree not to tell me you hated it. 😉 I’ll have plenty of detractors, and I do, but it’s so much easier to say “Congrats on your achievement.” than “I hated it!” While not the most diplomatic person on the planet, I’ve never told a single friend of mine that writes that I hated their work. I’d rather say something isn’t my taste, and not be disrespectful to what I know is not easy work to start and complete.
The days and weeks have flown by since I started writing this new body of work. The fact that I allowed it to simmer inside my head for so long is the culprit behind being able to get so much down so quickly. That, and the fact that I type over 100 words per minute.
If all else fails, at least I know I tried something new.
Wishing you all a wonderful end to this day. I will be back as soon as possible. Currently immersed in a month in this year we have yet to take on. 🙂
Be happy, healthy, and safe everyone.
Until next time,
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