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Genesis - The Road To Recovery
Mar 08, 2008 04:46PM
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Saturday, March 8, 2008
After 15 years of involvement with computers, the Internet and all things digital this is the first time I have felt a keen interest in the idea of keeping a journal. Keeping that in mind sit back, buckle up and take your dramamine because this has the potential for being a wild ride. I suppose I should start with the fact that I have recently started using the Fentanyl pain patch for the ever present pain in my back. I have run the gamut of the usually prescribed pain medications so here I am. I must admit that I find myself pleasantly almost pain free for the first time in a very long while.
My back woes actually began in 1995. I was in the woods hunting Morel mushrooms. The weeds had already grown very high which made navigating the terrain more difficult than it was earlier in the Morel season. the day had proven to be fruitful as I had found in the vicinity of 20lbs of very tasty (and expensive) Morels'. With my concentration directed towards the ground in anticipation of the next colony of the elusive fungi I stepped unknowingly into an empty creek bed obscured by the overgrowth of seasonal foliage. My next memory was of excrutiating pain in my back and torso, numbness of my lower extremities and confusion swirling in my throbbing head. I could feel my nose bleeding and I think I might have urinated a small amount from the concussion of hitting the ground. After n undetermined amount of time and once some of the fog had cleared from my brain I looked upward and that is when I realized that I had fallen between 12-15 feet into the empty creek bed and had landed directly on the lower part of my back. It was obvious that I had seriously injured myself. As I reflect back I understand that I had been both unfortunate and lucky. Unfortunate because I woud be left with a broken back and lucky because I had escaped being paralyzed and most probably killed by the fall. From that day forward I would begin to suffer the effects of that fall and begin experiencing the world of opiate based pain medications and the nefarious demons that accompany these pharmaceutical recipes of dependence. My life was from that moment would be transformed forever and I would painfully understand the concept of being chemically controlled in the ever present quest of pain relief.
I am going to close for now and I look forward to future expressions.
After 15 years of involvement with computers, the Internet and all things digital this is the first time I have felt a keen interest in the idea of keeping a journal. Keeping that in mind sit back, buckle up and take your dramamine because this has the potential for being a wild ride. I suppose I should start with the fact that I have recently started using the Fentanyl pain patch for the ever present pain in my back. I have run the gamut of the usually prescribed pain medications so here I am. I must admit that I find myself pleasantly almost pain free for the first time in a very long while.
My back woes actually began in 1995. I was in the woods hunting Morel mushrooms. The weeds had already grown very high which made navigating the terrain more difficult than it was earlier in the Morel season. the day had proven to be fruitful as I had found in the vicinity of 20lbs of very tasty (and expensive) Morels'. With my concentration directed towards the ground in anticipation of the next colony of the elusive fungi I stepped unknowingly into an empty creek bed obscured by the overgrowth of seasonal foliage. My next memory was of excrutiating pain in my back and torso, numbness of my lower extremities and confusion swirling in my throbbing head. I could feel my nose bleeding and I think I might have urinated a small amount from the concussion of hitting the ground. After n undetermined amount of time and once some of the fog had cleared from my brain I looked upward and that is when I realized that I had fallen between 12-15 feet into the empty creek bed and had landed directly on the lower part of my back. It was obvious that I had seriously injured myself. As I reflect back I understand that I had been both unfortunate and lucky. Unfortunate because I woud be left with a broken back and lucky because I had escaped being paralyzed and most probably killed by the fall. From that day forward I would begin to suffer the effects of that fall and begin experiencing the world of opiate based pain medications and the nefarious demons that accompany these pharmaceutical recipes of dependence. My life was from that moment would be transformed forever and I would painfully understand the concept of being chemically controlled in the ever present quest of pain relief.
I am going to close for now and I look forward to future expressions.