Well he can't use that excuse for ondansetron, it isn't recreational in the slightest. It stops people throwing up, it stops people feeling miserable because they are about to throw up, and it stops them being nauseous. What it doesn't do, is get anyone high, in any way, ever.
It's just very, very, VERY good at doing exactly what it says on the tin, so to speak. This stuff has even killed off 70cl and 1l bottles of rum/vodka in a night hangover-yarks. The sort of thing where you cannot hold ANYTHING down, at all. Including meds to make one feel better.
So a few tablets of ondansetron pulverized and liquefied, stuck up the theresa may. and nausea? horrendous exorcist-esque yarking my insides outside? WHAT yarking my insides outside?
Reason docs don't like giving it out, isn't because it is abusable, it isn't, but because it is disgustingly, freakishly, fucked-up expensive.
What it costs the NHS, according to my (admittedly a few years out of date, and rather badly iodinated in places, a few pages chewed up by bromine, but still, most of it's alright, or in on piece, at least) copy of the BNF, it's shockingly expensive.
I have to wonder, being a cynical cunt, is if this is because ondansetron is often used for treating people who are on chemo regimes for sickness accompanying the chemotherapy. Chemo meds have a bit of a sick and twisted history of being massively overpriced IMO.
Not in slovenia myself, UK (obviously, from the NHS and BNF references of course), and I don't think it's unique to there. Perhaps it is more prevalent, but not unique. It depends partly on country, partly on individual doctors too.
Some of them are just plain weird.
Fr.ex my GP, I had no problem whatsoever getting on chlormethiazole (old, old OLD-school wallbanger depressant, barbiturate-like action, nasty reputation in OD and interacts with alcohol to potentiate each other hugely and dangerously), to prevent and treat my seizures, despite that it's ancient, and not even licensed here for seizure control or relief. Only short term anxiety, insomnia, and alcohol detox, the latter being mainly in-patient.
Got a nitrazepam rx, asked for a temporary one, specifically asked them for a TEMPORARY benzo rx, specifying ideally nitrazepam, as from experience, basically it's the benzo I do best with out of the ones available to doctors. Told them exactly when the problem would be going away, it came, it went, and they never bothered stopping it. At first, for 4-5 weeks, maybe 3-4, they had me come in once a week, not to do anything, just to sit down, ask for the script, get it, thank them, and go. Then someone somewhere decided, I presume, that was taking up appointment slots needlessly. so hey, lets stick it on repeat. 10mg/d, for the last few years. Or at least, that is what they believe I am taking; since I don't actually take it anything anywhere near close to that frequently. Rather, I use it at higher dosages, for 2, maybe 3 days in a week, when my pain meds run low and I can't sleep otherwise, I'll take enough to knock me out cold, when mixed with my evening dose of chlormethiazole (not reccomending doing that, mixing the latter with other downers, unless one is familiar with both, AND how both interact with you, personally, already, in your own body. and not just familiarity, but absolute certainty)
That's from one doc at that practice. Another, quite simply, after being asked for ONE DAY's dosage of a benzo for a known and unavoidable event to come shortly, a single tablet would have been enough, assuming the benzo in question was of sufficient potency that the tablet sizes made would work at that dose, of course, and he flat out just told me not a chance, he doesn't prescribe benzodiazepines, to anybody, ever, for any reason. Why? because he doesn't like them. And they are addictive.
Surely logic dictates that a single unit dosage, for a hyper-acute requirement, does not a benzo physical dependency make.
Others, it varies, some would shove them down your neck given half a chance, another, once literally told me 'go have a seizure then' when informed that her refusal to provide that which was already on repeat and set up for rescue-pack dosing (to ensure I can treat a seizure, if I have one that breaks through, without that eating into my maintenance therapy supply.
Berated me, shouted and blew her ass ring out of her eyeteeth for taking a dose of the maintenance meds, and coming to get a rescue pack the next day, asked her, literally, 'so, what should I have done then? simply just ignored it and had a seizure? is this what you want me to do, do you know that the consequences of failing to keep with the plan already in place, for rescue-packs will be? explaining what said consequences would be, and if that was what she wished to happen to me.
She actually said 'yes, you should just go have a seizure then' Unbefuckinglievable. And SHE gets a wasp nest up her twat over a remark on leaving, along the lines of 'fucking christ, you aren't FIT to treat patients, and have the bedside manner and all the appeal of a sex offender in a paediatric oncology ward'
So it varies a LOT. Some docs are decent people, kind, humane, and get things done.
Some are all that, only they aren't great at getting shit done.
And right at the other end of the spectrum, there are those who's only interaction with medicine in any form whatsoever, ought to be confined to cytopathology labs, running blood cultures, flow cytometry, ELISA immunoassay testing, etc. because they have the compassion of a puff adder, and the bedside manner of jimmy saville, the competence of a decaying badger carcass, and are about as fit to be in the presence of a living, breathing patient, as it is good medical practice to bring round packs of half-starved rottweilers on hospital wards to lick up spilled food from around patient's beds.
Some of the worst, one step above dr.harold shipman, one tiny step away from actively murdering patients, the real arseholes, the shocking, unbelievably disgusting, knowingly endangering patients and not giving a shit, just want you gone somewhere else, even if it means, such as happened after a heart scare the other week, screaming in my face, and endlessly repeating himself, demanding I go and see my own GP.
After, that is, being politely informed (I had been both polite, and neither verbally nor physically threatening to the guy in any way whatsoever) that the doctor's surgery is closed on sundays, meaning it is impossible for me to comply.
Threatened first to call security, then the actual pork. All the while, after I'd told him, politely, for some reason, to get out of my face, that I'm autie, and I really, do not like people up in my face. Lost my cool with him in the end though, I confess. Some people just should not be practicing medicine at ALL, not even fucking looking at cell lines under the microscope.
Then there is say, my trying to get on memantine..its cheap enough to the NHS, I know for a damn fact the stuff is a near enough lifesaver for some neurological issues, it also STAMPS on opioid tolerance, with an iron-shod jackboot, both tolerance I have, tolerance I'd be incurring, as a chronic pain patient, treated (and berated for being one) by the same doc. Even more or less stops reinforcing effects as long as it isn't shot together in a 'memantine version of a speedball, opioid/memantine, that, IS reinforcing as hell, but otherwise, it fixes so many things, that it is hard even to determine how many. AND then there is that opioid long term therapy bonus.
Yet the damn doctor keeps saying 'yes, I'll support that', he's seemingly having to seek something from higher up the foodchain. It's not been months, it's been years. I've made presentations featuring research articles from respectable journals (even if they did need lifting from Elsevier, the bastards
) and sat down with him, explained how the rapid on-off binding kinetics, the low trapping at the NMDA receptor, and it's partially voltage-sensitive blockade means that it preferentially inhibits overactive channels, in other words, it does what it's meant to do, but unlike most NMDA antagonists, knows WHEN to do it as well as a lot better idea of HOW to do it.
Keep getting promises, but the only memantine I've gotten, has come from the fucking internet and I'm getting really damn annoyed with him quite frankly. Even after I lent the doc some of my old historical medical books from the 17th century to read for interest value, still not the script he keeps saying he is all for my having.
Surely, if I believe I should be on it, and know from experience that I respond extremely well, at what doses, what dosage intervals, know what it does and how it does it, and the doc, the senior GP who owns the practice, believes I ought to be on it also....then there ought to be a script issued accordingly.....
Because damnation take it, I cannot be treated with promises and hot air.
But it took walking to the very gates of hell to get an ondansetron rx.
Only after that horrendous bout of food poisoning (as if food poisoning comes in any other kind than horrendous, lol. That one was worse than any I've had before though, I was actually scared that it might finish me off) did they give me a script.