That isn't even the start of it. They do that EVERY SINGLE TIME I have to go to hospital for ANY reason. Force withdrawal and leave me to rot. No or next to no pain relief (occasionally I've been given 10-20mg oramorph and if really, really lucky, 20mg OC XR every 12 hours. Even after showing the doctors a great wad of repeat slips, to prove exactly what I should be taking daily.
And a single zopiclone pill per night. Despite the fact I need to take a minimum of 3x192mg heminevrin (chlormethiazole) caps per day to prevent seizure. And keep a bottle of the stuff by my side, constantly so I can respond instantly (my seizures typically start myoclonic then turn atonic, resulting in complete paralysis. So I've a matter of seconds or minutes at most to try and respond. When they KNOW I need to take a minimum of 80mg oxy IR a day and couple of hundred mg morphine.
Denied it all, even the nitrazepam. They were damn lucky that I don't take the nitrazepam as directed (meant to be 10mg/d every day, but I rather, use 70mg or the entire box either split over two days, or all at once, no tolerance as a result) otherwise they'd have to have had me on a crash cart.
J.collis? sick? not in my experience, I've drank 5-6 bottles of the stuff many a time, and it just tastes minty and a bit funky, thats all.
And denying me any pain relief after I've had my fucking cornea burnt off by boiling hot corrosive alkali, to the extent that their eye test PH paper showed the PH of my eyeball to be off the fucking scale? sodamide/lithium amide and alkoxides, plus ammonia in the eye? no pain relief bar 10mg oral morphine (IMO even for a nontolerant patient, 10mg morphine orally is as good as no analgesia whatsoever. Got upped to 20 when I repeatedly begged and screamed in pain, to the extent it was disturbing other patients. Still, even after grabbing the syringe and sticking it up my ass right in front of the nurse, and having to explain plugging and bioavailability and first-pass metabolism through gritted teeth, with a coat wrapped round my head to block the light?
Talk about stingy as fuck. IMO an injury like that, in a definitively known highly tolerant chronic pain patient, that calls for IV or IM analgesia, and lots of it. No fucking around, just hit the patient with some heavy-duty pain meds.
As it was, only the nitrous I managed to beg from one kindly doctor who brought me the tank and left me with it, that helped for a while. But on the ward....shit, I even caught a nurse going through my backpack, and the few pain meds I did have with me, (was almost due for a new script the next morning), had my old man pick that up for me and bring it to the hospital along with some food etc.), I caught a nurse actually trying to go through my backpack, searching for meds so they could lock them up and then dispense them as they saw fit.
While I was asleep too, luckily while sleeping my senses are still pretty sharp, and I grabbed the bitch on reflex, as I woke, and told her if she ever went near my property again, I'd snap her arm and break her fingers one by one.
(had a fuckload of synth-weed, some 2C-B-FLY tabs in there as well, plus some 1p-LSD blotters and BK-2C-B.)
NOT something I wanted them to find. Thankfully the nurse got the right idea, I.e that I'd put her through the nearest window if ever I caught her fucking with so much as a bottle of coke.
On discharge...shit...the amount of meds they gave me, it was insane. As for the liquid oxy....I did exactly that. The nurses and doctors looking on with a look on their faces as if to say 'holy fucking SHIT what the fuck is he doing!' whilst quickly downing a handful of chlormethiazole caps, and railing some of the IR oxy cap powder. Drinking from one of the bottles of liquid oxy as if I were downing a cold beer
The look on their faces was priceless.
But yeah, they've done that to me so many times that I am actually more afraid to ring a damn ambulance for severe injury than I am of the problem itself. Several times, GPs have told me I need hospital treatment, and I've explained what they do, EVERY time, and told them give me what I need to treat myself, and I'll do it my way, at home, away from interfering shits who chances are, I'll end up losing it with and knocking the fuck out of one of them.
Complain? what do you mean? its already happened (4-5 times or so), and thus too damn late to do anything about it.
And yeah damn right that bag on discharge...fucking hell, soon as I got home, ground up a few of those 100mg zomorph (which I'm not even regularly scripted) and shot the fucker right up.
