Archive for July, 2012

Drug Babies

Can you watch this video without grinding your teeth? I can’t watch even 5 seconds of it, and my daughter was one bad Doctor away from being a drug baby herself. I’m not going to rehash the details here, if you are new to my blog, please check out the early story starting here. However, I never mentioned that the first Doctor I discussed my potential pregnancy with told me to go ahead, to get pregnant on my narcotics and to stay on them, because it would be too stressful to quit. This advice didn’t sit well with me so I moved on to a new pain Doctor who was willing to help me deliver a drug-free baby. I say a little prayer of gratitude every time I see one of these recent stories about the upsurge in babies born addicted to pain medications.

Having been through a pain-related pregnancy, I have an intimate understanding of the difference between someone trying to have a family while managing a chronic disease, and someone stealing Vicodin to feed their addiction during pregnancy  (I am not equipped to discuss the disease of addiction here today, but I know it is a monster) . I have had the privilege of befriending many moms who have fought tooth and nail to deliver healthy babies, pain be damned. I am deeply worried that the general public, and their trusted reporters, do not/will not understand the difference. I am torn to pieces every time I see one of the recent reports, a bit of me wishing the story would disappear from our screens as quickly as possible.

I fear this current scrutiny will not benefit moms like me. In this black and white world, our gray-area-pregnancies are hard to explain. We tend to hang-out in the shadows, in our private chat groups, or the safe harbor of our homes. Doctors aren’t sure what to do with us, there is no research, so I don’t expect the average person to understand how I managed my pregnancy. I am worried that, after seeing this damning news coverage, the average person will feel they can tell me how to manage a pregnancy.

I guess I just wish I saw myself somewhere in the reporting of this story, some information about how moms like me use their meds responsibly, fighting the lack of support around every corner. Something deeper about why some of these babies are suffering as a direct result of the inconsistencies in the world of  pain management. If this story was as black-and-white as it seems, my daughter would not have been one Doctor away from a tortured welcome into this world. So please, take a moment before condemning every mom-to-be on pain medications, there is another story, even if I am the only one telling it.

* Please feel more than free to share your story, if you are so inclined. 

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Running Renegade

From the window of my cool, air-conditioned car I have found a new inspiration this week. Every morning I’ve spotted an 80-something (I’m guessing) man in his grey trousers, button-up shirt and trainers. He is holding his crutch type walking aids under one arm, and he is jogging. It is so damn hot I can’t sit outside in the soup and he is jogging. It makes me wonder if his caregivers know he is out there, you get the distinct feeling that he is not suppose to be running.

I am starting to get the distinct feeling that I am not suppose to be working. The medications and treatments one receives for chronic pain make you extremely tired, sometime dizzy/foggy and often a little seasick. I have yet to find an option that reduces the pain without some level of side effect – which are not helpful for productivity. In short: the medical world cannot support me as a working patient.

Solution #2 is to adjust my work to accommodate my disability, it’s what the ADA is for, right? Without making too much trouble for myself, I will say that this is far more difficult than I imagined. The fight for accommodation (10 hours/week of telecommuting in my case) has been maddening. In short: the business world is not interested in accommodating for my chronic pain and I can’t afford the lawyers.

I’ve started a new job this week, one that promises to be an exciting challenge for me professionally. It is with a larger organization that has fantastic health insurance, vacation time and an actual HR department. I am training long days at my desk and, although I am in terrible pain, I am hopeful that this will evolve into a working life I can manage. I feel like I am keeping a secret from my management, I’m not suppose to be working. But if my jogging friend can set his sights for the end of the block, I can certainly make it through a Friday.

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