. . . I was told by nearly every doctor/nurse not to be a hero, the pain meds allow you to do everything you need to do to recover.
I got into interesting discussions with SEVERAL doctors and nurses about pain meds while I was still in the hospital, one of them along those lines. (Wait for it!
) My main ICU nurse was convinced I should be taking Morphine shots for several events. I said no a couple of times -- the first time was because they were getting me to "dangle" my legs over the side of the bed, stand up and sidle up to a different part of the bed and lie down again(!). I couldn't believe that it would be very painful despite her warnings, and it wasn't. I did let her bully me into the Morphine for the removal of something -- the drainage tubes, I think -- and I don't think that would have been painful without, either. But I did get weird visual disturbances from the Morphine for hours, which I tried (and mostly failed) to enjoy, like a psychedelic "trip".
When I went from CVICU to the ward, the nurses started coming around with paper cups of pills. One cup had Tylenols (ES?) and a narcotic (codeine?). I asked if I could skip the narcotic, and after some wonder and some discussion, they agreed.
Later, when one of the surgeons on my OR team came by on rounds, he asked a bunch of questions including one about pain. I said it was no problem, and the nurses immediately added that I'd even declined to take the narcotic pills. The surgeon said "That's fine, and if he doesn't need the Tylenol, he can skip those, too." I did skip them, too, from then on -- except I always kept one handy to see if it helped with my general inability to sleep more than 2 hours at a time.
I took one that night and one the following night, then stopped. I think part of my sleeplessness was post-op-cardiac-related, and part was from sleeping on linens that had sticky plastic sheets right under them. (At home I had no trouble sleeping in bed, but I still awoke every 2 or 3 hours for maybe a week.)
My biggest fight over meds was with the hospital's resident Cardiologist, and relates directly to the quote from ElectLive above. (Thanks for waiting!
) She was a strong-willed bully by personality type, and I can dig in my heels with the best of them, so the stage was set for a battle. She REALLY wanted me to take all my pain meds (including the narcotic), and warned me that I would never use the Incentive Spirometer aggressively enough without them. I told her I thought I would, and I was afraid that I could do harm if I was drugged and "out of touch". (I have been known to "over-do"!) She left mad, but I didn't take the drugs. A day or two later, she asked me to demonstrate with the IS, and she had to agree that my lungs were doing very well, so that argument was over.
I'm sure she (and the quote above) was right for some patients, but I was pretty sure I knew myself much better than she did, and I'm glad I won that argument as my own "patient advocate".
BTW, I'm a wimp about SOME pain, and a hero about some other pain -- totally schizophrenic. If a pain surprises me, or if I think it might be a symptom of something serious, I'm a total wimp. If I know it's OK, and it's for my own good, like the IS, I usually WAY prefer to live through the pain than to have a needle (wimp shudder!:thumbd
to deaden it! My fave examples are dental:
(1) I once convinced a dentist to grind down two front teeth to pointed cones (for a bridge) without any freezing. He was much more nervous than I was, but he did it. And I could tell when the roots were over-heating, and told him to back off and spray more water, so I think I came out ahead.
(2) After his successor pulled my WRONG wisdom tooth and refused to pull the RIGHT one (which was wobbly) because he wouldn't freeze me on both sides, I convinced him to pull it without freezing. I screamed like Hell for a second, but then it was over and I was (am) glad I'd done it. (He's probably still partly deaf in one ear, and we cleared his Waiting Room, so he may not be as glad as I am!
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But post-OHS, other than coughs and sneezes, and a bit of getting into and out of bed, I wasn't coping with pain without meds like a hero, it just was remarkably painless. Just lucky.