They (studies) say that Americans use the most prescribed drugs and now I finally have first-hand experience to testify for that. A week or so ago I went to my doctor for my persistent back pain. It really wasn't that bad, but it's been a couple of months so I really just wanted to have it checked out.
Doc, "So what have you been taking for the pain?"
Me, shocked that she would ask such a thing, "Nothing. Why did you ask?"
Doc, shocked that I wasn't taking anything for my minor backpain, "Cuz some people pop pills for the most minor discomfort."
Doc sent me to radiology with prescriptions for TWO different types of meds.
"I'm really not in that much pain that I need medication." I reassured her.
"Oh, just in case you need them," she reassured me.
I got myself muscle relaxant and SIX HUNDRED MILIGRAM (that's right, 600 mg) ibuprofen from Target pharmacy. Saturday, I figured what the heck, might as well give it a shot since I already have the prescriptions on hand. I popped the muscle relaxant whose side effect include but not limited to drowsiness, dizzyness, and ? Twelve hours later I woke up from my coma feeling very dizzy and in more pain than the previous day. When I crawled back into back again an hour later, even Hubby poked his head in and wondered if I was feeling okay. I popped a 600 mg ibuprofen basing on the same what-the-heck-I-might-as-well-give-it-a-shot mentality. Nope. Did not ease the pain at all. I was totally zoned out for the rest of the day. The pills did everything but what they were supposed to do. Ugh, I didn't think I could even drive safely that Sunday.
A few days later, doc office called me back about my back. Arthritis. That was their diagnosis.
"Just keep taking those pills she prescribed you," said the nurse.
Ugh. I don't think I can even continue to be a part of the functioning society if I continue to take those pills.
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