Mr. Daynet has rheumatoid arthritis. It's a condition that reared its nasty head about fifteen years ago.
He tried acupuncture to relieve the pain, and it was beginning to work, but sadly, he thought that it was taking too long.
He was still working at the time, and he worked at a physical job in a large food production company. He began to use Oxycontin to relieve his pain; he gleaned them from a co-worker whose husband had a prescription but didn't want to take them. Of course, he became addicted to them.
He had no choice but to shake the Oxy, though. He retired, and then the food production company in Montreal shut down. No more access to the pills, and I was so relieved. Don't think that he didn't go skulking around from doctor to doctor trying. Only one doctor gave him a prescription, for $100.00, that is!
Fast forward to about 2010. He was prescribed Lyrica from a doctor, a private doctor, who charges $300.00 per visit.
She didn't think to ask him if he'd had addiction problems in the past, which is my real bone of contention.
The Lyrica made Mr. Daynet feel drowsy, and he gained a lot of weight. He began to supplement the Lyrica with amphetamines. He buys them from someone we know.
As if dealing with Mr. Daynet when he was on Oxy wasn't bad enough - sometimes I'd have to check on him while he slept to make sure he was still breathing, his skin took on a sickly greyish pallor and he lost a lot of weight - this combination is much, much worse.
He is due to make an appointment to see this $300.00 an hour quack again so he can have his meds renewed.
I am going to go with him and sit in during at least part of the appointment if I can. I want that doctor to see first hand what she's done to me...although Mr. Daynet is certainly the one I focus upon more than I do myself. Lyrica is the drug from hell. Google it. Top it off with paranoia-inducing amphetamines.
I have become more depressed than ever and an old affliction from the '70s that I had has resurfaced, good ol' anorexia.
My question to you gentle readers is would you do the same thing? Try to sit in on a bit of the appointment and ask the doctor in so many words what the feck she's doing prescribing such a drug as Lyrica to Mr. Daynet? Oh, she knows about the amphetamines, Mr. Daynet told her about them. All she said was, "They're bad for your heart."
Well, no ****, Sherlock!
I am boiling! Sorry this rant is so long.
What would you do if you were in my place? Ideally, I'd like Mr. Daynet to go to rehab, but that's a pipe dream. By the way, I'm not a saint myself. I like to drink beer on the weekends, as does Mr. Daynet.
I welcome and appreciate any input, thanks in advance.
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