I knew this day would come sooner or later - started tramadol 10 years ago and it was great for migraine headaches, back pain and was a great mood enhancer and even though I was never depressed chronically, it helped my mood greatly. I enjoyed life much more, became interested in people it was a magic drug - I was smart enough to know this road might have an end but there didn't seem to be much downside. I always knew once I got to more than 5-6 a day/50 mg that it would be hard to get off, but in many ways I did not, and still don't want, to get off this ride. Like many I needed only 2-3 a day for a while, then 3-5, then 7-10, and I'm sure you know the rest of the story as I'm now up to 15-18 a day. I'm 64 years old and our Irish family tends to live into their 90's (but they don't take tram), and I am realistic enough to know this just doesn't work out like this for another 30 years or so. It also affects my memory short term, especially when I have a couple of drinks at night (which I used to think I would cut out with tram but that has not happened), so its not all wine and roses. Further, I am not working and this stuff isn't cheap.
The past few months it has be harder to get deliveries overnight and can take 5 days or so to get a delivery, plus the cost looks like it has gone up about 30%. I am waiting for a delivery that didn't come yesterday and now it will be at least tuesday before I get the order. I am not out but instead of my normal 15+ a day, I will only have about 5 a day available. Cutting to 10 yesterday and I am already having flu symptoms, sweats, stomach ache, trouble sleeping and feeling lousy. HELP SOMEONE!
In trying to lower the dose over the years what drives me nuts is the feeling of "jumping out of my skin" and there feels like there are two electrodes attached to the back of my hands shooting electricity thru them (is that a symptom anyone else has had)?
I've been a bit afraid of the seizure possibility but I've ok so far. Also, with this tram and my Irish drinking, I better have a pretty good liver. I've just got to hope I have one like my uncle who drank a quart of vodka a day for 60 years and his liver is fine-Don't ask me about his mind, however, that's gone for the most part.
I don' t have a doctor or life insurance since I've moved (I've got a bit of a doctor phobia, which I kick myself over-for someone who was under the building on 9/11 surviving by acting coolly under pressure, as well as emergency landings in aircraft, hold-ups at gunpoint and a few other life threatening situations, I feel kinda dumb being scared of a doctor)
Anyway, I probably wrote this as much to vent as anything, but if anyone has any insights or advise, I'd love to hear them