It was Saturday morning and I went to my cousin to help him transport some pigs to another location. We were supposed to make 4 of his pigs get into a cage specially designed for them and then put them in a truck. Everything was going great, we did this on a number of occasions before, it is a fairly easy task and unlike most people I am quite fond of pigs. I think they’re cute they just get a bad reputation because they eat a lot. As if humans abstain from eating.So, as we were forcing one of the larger pigs in the transport cage it was my turn to shut the door of the cage.
Everything was going smooth and we had quite a few laughs so I allowed myself to relax a little bit. You know when you’ve done something a number of time you think of it as a routine and then something bad happens. It’s always like that. I don’t want to get into details of that, but as I was finishing with guiding this pig to the cage I accidentally stepped on its leg and the pig used its head to tilt the door upwards violently ending up in my jaw and knocking out a tooth. The blood rushed out and I almost lost conscience, the impact almost blinded me.
We went to see the doctor immediately and after some scans he told me I had a broken jaw.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that problematic but I still felt unpleasant pain, to say the least, so I asked which type of painkillers I should use and we agreed Oxycodone was the most appropriate for my condition. I was advised to use it carefully and only when the pain intensifies. Everything felt a bit foggy after I’d take my dose the first few times, but there was no way I could survive that pain, at least mentally. I am quite certain I’d go insane, at least a little.After two weeks of treatment the pain wore off and I didn’t have a need to use Oxycodone anymore. I would recommend it to anyone who is in need of a quick recovery without unnecessary complications that make you feel you were out for months, not a couple of weeks.
The house I am talking about is my firehouse, as I work as a firefighter. As many firefighters do, I as well come from a firefighting family. It is simply one of those jobs that become a part of the family. Both my dad and my granddad before him were firefighters. It was pretty much cut out for me since I was a kid. I never even wondered what I would be when I grow up. I guess that is a good thing and a bit of a relief in today’s world where everyone is trying to find a place for themselves.
Anyway, as soon as I got out of high school, I joined the firefighters, making my granddad and my dad very proud. The only one who wasn’t too excited was my mom. She knew the risks that come with the job as she has seen my dad get hurt on more than one occasions. Being a firefighter in a big city (or anywhere else for that matter), that is the occupational hazard. It is something you are aware of, but you do not wish to dwell upon it. As long as you have good guys (and girls) besides you, you do not worry about it too much. I was lucky enough to get into a house with some great firefighters and I always felt safe.
However, there are situations when working alongside Superman and Batman wouldn’t be of any use. Namely, there are situations when things just go bad and you or anyone else cannot do anything about it. That type of situation happened to me two years ago when we were clearing out this five-storey building downtown. Everything was going great, there weren’t any problems when out of a sudden the floor collapsed beneath me and I fell through, landing quite hard on the floor beneath, landing in fire. Luckily enough, the guys were there to get me out before something critical happens. I still broke my leg and a few ribs, also getting burnt pretty badly. I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors managed to fix me up real good.
Still, I had hell to look forward too. Broken bones hurt real bad when you combine it with second-degree burns all over the back and best part of the legs. Let’s just say that pain is all I remember. Scorching, piercing, dull at times. You name it, I felt it. However, I was fortunate enough to be prescribed Oxycodone, a powerful painkiller that really did wonders for me. I took it for some six weeks I think and I praised the name Oxycodone on more than a few occasions. Oxycodone truly made it possible for me to return to my house in record time.
I am a professional soldier and I am proud of that fact. It is an honest way of making a living and I do not care what people think about it. In the end, it all comes down to that guy next to you. When you see action, politics, doubts, pacifism, it all goes away and you only care about your own skin and the skin of the guys fighting by your side. I know some people think we have no place overseas, but I do not even think about it. There is no time to think about it and it can only get you killed. You just try and do as much as possible for the guy next to you and get back home in one piece. I almost didn’t.
Let me tell you that until you get shot, you do not know what pain is. In fact, until you are recovering from a gunshot wound, you do not know what pain is, because the very shooting does not hurt, or at least that is my experience. I know guys who caught a bullet and who felt excruciating pain. I guess it differs from individual to individual. I just felt something like pressure in my arm and then searing warmth.
I caught one in my left arm, luckily missing the major blood vessels, but chipping my bone a bit. I fell into shock and only came round in the infirmary at our base.
We had great medical officers and they sure knew how to do their job. They got the bullet out, fixed me up real good in no time and then I woke up. The first thing that I felt is pulsating pain in my arm. It was quite numb and it wasn’t that strong at all. I asked why it doesn’t hurt and they told me that I am full of painkillers and that anesthesia is still working to some extent. They told me to wait a few hours. And with those words I fell back to sleep.
I found out what they meant when I woke up the next time. I was jolted out of sleep by the pain. I do not wish this pain to anyone, even to the guy who shot me. Okay, I am probably over exaggerating, maybe to him I do. It was as if my arm was coming apart at the seams. I screamed for the nurse and she gave me Oxycodone through the drip. This went on for a few more days till I was a bit better and ready to switch to taking it in tablets. I was told to take it for a few weeks, five I believe. No longer. They told me I could develop dependency to it after that. Luckily, after five weeks, I was feeling much better and the pain was manageable. However, I don’t know how I would have made it if not for Oxycodone. It really helped me pull through.
I loved my grandma very much. In fact, I believe I loved her more than I love my parents, which may sound strange, but it isn’t. For a long period of my life, my formation years, as they call this period, I spent most of my days with her. This is of course when I wasn’t out playing with my friends. I can say that my grandma raised me. My parents worked a lot and o wouldn’t see them until 5 or 6 in the evening. My grandma retired when I was born because she wanted to be around to take care of me.
And it is not just that. I don’t think that there is anyone who can say anything bad about her. She was an incredibly smart woman, educated, but not stuck up as many educated grandmas get. She had an amazing sense of humor and not that annoying sense of humor that older people often have. She was genuinely funny, genuinely honest and genuinely kind. Especially to me, as I was her only grandson. She was simply a woman you couldn’t not love. I believe everyone would agree with that.
That is why I was particularly saddened when she was diagnosed with lung cancer. She was 79 but she was still very vital, sharp and all that. I was simply devastated. I honestly think that my heart broke into pieces when I learnt about her condition. She was a smoker though, albeit smoking only a few cigarettes daily, but I guess that counts as smoking as well. Plus, her family does have a history of pulmonary diseases. I think that her uncle died from lung cancer although he wasn’t a smoker. In any case, she was diagnosed with lung cancer and the worst part was that it was in the last stages. Somehow she didn’t experience any symptoms and they didn’t find it until it was too late.
We decided to put her in palliative care; the best we could find that was close enough for us to visit her daily. I particularly spend a lot of time with her, even when she was no longer conscious for most of the time. We wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible and the people at the hospice really did their best. She was really looked after well.
As I would spend much time there, I got to talking with the doctors there, as well as the nurses. They all loved her as she lost nothing of her spirit until she really got worse. They talked with me and I asked them what kind of medication they are giving her for the pain. I knew the pain was excruciating in patients with cancer and I wanted to know. They told me that they give her Oxycodone. This was my first encounter with this painkiller. It turns out it is a painkiller that is related to morphine, only with less adverse effects. It seemed to do the trick. For all the time she was there, I haven’t heard her mention pain once. I guess the doctors really knew what they were doing when they gave her Oxycodone.
I will forever remember Oxycodone as it made it possible for my grandma to go free from pain and preserving as much dignity as possible. I know it is a sad story, but it has some silver lining, however thin it may be.
Everybody thinks bad things only happen to other people. I mean, I can’t blame them, I used to think the same way. You know, no matter what I do to my body I’ll be fine, it’s those other people that get ill, it’s not me, it’s never me. Soon enough I found out just how wrong such thinking can be.
The pain I felt, at first I thought it was just something I had for dinner or maybe it was because I drank too much that night. After three days I was still in pain and it only got worse. Now even the most irrational person would realize the pain was not going to stop on its own, so I decided to pay a visit to the doctor.
After some routine tests the doctor found out I had appendicitis. They scheduled a surgery that same day. I stayed in hospital for the next six days as they kept me for observations. When you’re in a situation like that you have enough time to think about a lot of stuff, therefore insightful thinking from the first paragraph.
Anyway, I was released from the hospital and the doctor prescribed me Oxycodone but he advised me not to take it unless it’s absolutely necessary. Some patients are able to recover without any medication, but I wasn’t one of them, that is for certain.
The first night I was at home there was no way I could possibly go to sleep. I tried hard but somewhere around 3 am I lost my patience and decided to try Oxycodone. Almost immediately I felt sleepy and everything became foggy as I was still underfed, fresh from the surgery.
By carefully dosing Oxycodone I was able to recover in no time. To be frank, I almost found it relaxing at times as I’m actually a busy guy that never gets much rest. After the recovery I went back to my normal schedule and it was very important for me to recover quickly as I run a very important business. I am not always required to be at work, but with the help of Oxycodone I was able to take care of some stuff while still in bed since that terrible pain didn’t distract me.
A year ago my wife and I and our three kids went camping. My wife just got promoted and I got a raise so we decided to celebrate by spending an extended weekend in the wild. We went to the mountains to sleep under moon and the stars so the kids would see how places without light pollution look like.
Neither my wife nor I were experienced campers but we figured nothing tragic could happen if we take our cell phones with us and it’s good for us as it is for the kids to spend some time without all those gadgets. We just bought a tent, sleeping bags and all the necessary equipment.
We left the car some 2 miles away from our camping site and managed to set up the camp by sunset.
The kids took care of gathering wood for the camp fire. Kids were a bit inexperienced with building a fire so they gathered some wood that was not exactly dry. We tried to light it up but it just wouldn’t burn. I attempted several techniques I learnt from my dad but nothing would work, it just wouldn’t catch on.Knowing something could go wrong, I still decided to use turpentine in order to jumpstart the process. I’m not sure how I managed to spill it on my sleeve but as soon as the match was lit my jacket was burning all the way up to my neck! I was panicking but I started rolling on the ground in order to put it out. The kids were laughing at first because they thought it was some practical joke of mine but when they saw me on the floor they realized something went terribly wrong.
My wife drove me to the hospital and the doctor slowly removed the remains of my jacket my hand looked like something from the horror movies. He said the recovery won’t take too long but it will hurt quite a bit. He said Oxycodone is the most effective drug to relieve me of pain. The pain was really sharp and unpleasant so I had no choice but to listen to him. I started taking Oxycodone immediately and it helped a lot.
Thinking back, just one day without painkillers would make me go insane, the pain was that unpleasant. For the period of 3 weeks I was taking 3 to 4 pills a day. Sometimes they’d make me constipated but it was a small price to pay. Had there not been for Oxycodone I don’t know what my kids would think of me, but luckily I can say I made it and now we are planning to go camping again, this time I won’t be taking turpentine this time round.
I was always into hunting. It is in human nature to go out in the wild and hunt for game. Ever since I can remember my father used to take me to hunt deer or turkey. We live in Kentucky so that comes as a rather ordinary activity. It is a part of our culture and it connects us with our ancestors. The thrill you get from shooting a deer leaves a great impression, but the whole organization and socializing with your friends and meeting new ones is what counts the most. Rare are activities that can make you feel better and fulfilled than hunting. The adrenaline combined with good usage of your skills really is something to tell about.
Last November I went hunting with some of my closest friends and we were having a great time. You know, the usual stuff. Driving in the back of the truck and screaming loudly once we got there, trying out the new gun somebody bought, all that great stuff. When we got to the woods it was still dark, somewhere around 4 am. I wore my boots and the floor was covered with leaves and branches, a typical late fall setting.
My best friend’s son was hunting with us for the first time so some of us tried to ease the tension in him because the boy seemed a bit scared. We were still showing off some guns and comparing them when all of a sudden kid noticed 3-4 pairs of deer eyes just about 200 feet away from us. We agreed such an opportunity shouldn’t be wasted, even though I didn’t know the terrain that well and it was still darkish. We had no problem shooting a deer but I got a bit carried away with trying to get there first to claim it. You can guess where this story is going but back in the woods when there’s adrenaline rush involved and all that you sometimes forget how to act rationally. I slipped and my leg fell into some hole.
I didn’t suffer any injury to my ankle even though I landed very in a very uncomfortable manner but some branch managed to make a considerable cut on my buttocks which were unprotected. At first I thought it was nothing and adrenaline was doing its best job at keeping me hyped but when I started bleeding rapidly I knew something was wrong.
Somebody drove me to the hospital and after they dragged me from one room to another I realized I couldn’t sit normally. It felt as if I were sitting on a barbecue grill, it was horrible. I couldn’t stand the pain so the doctor prescribed me some Oxycodone pills so I could sleep well. I don’t trust medicine that much and I can act careless at times so I forgot to pick them up when I was released from the hospital. I thought to myself I was going to get some sleep eventually hoping I’ll feel better once I wake up. However that wasn’t to happen so I had to wake my wife up to get me those Oxycodone pills the doc was talking about.Naturally, I felt much better after taking the first dosage and I continued using Oxycodone whenever I felt the pain. It’s hard not being able to sit, you know. If I managed to get it into one position the pain would disappear so I didn’t need to take Oxycodone that often but I used it for about a month until the wound healed a bit and didn’t hurt that much. All is well now but it was seriously painful experience, I’m thankful that they prescribed me Oxycodone and not some other drug because this one is the first to have done the job perfectly. I was able to get backto hunting before the season was over and it would be appropriate to thank people who made Oxycodone.
Flowers were my thing ever since I was young. As a little girl from Iowa I had loads of time to spend in my parent’s house watching the flowers grow and learning how to cultivate them. Happiest memories from my childhood include images from that garden and the feeling of creating something so subtle and beautiful is what makes life worth living.
When I finished college I lived in Japan for some time to eventually end up in Tennessee where my husband got a job. We bought a huge house in southern style and since I didn’t need to work I spent most of my time raising children and taking care of the flowers. Since my husband was a capable businessman, he saw the financial potential in my hobby so he invested in a greenhouse. The business started well, I was in charge of most of the things while he was there to provide financial support.
As the business expanded I was gradually getting less involved in the whole process but I still had my own private garden and spent a lot of time in the crouching position. Back pain would occur every once in a while and I was used to it but by the time my husband and I got to retirement it became more severe. I never polluted my body with drugs and medicines, I was healthy for the most of my adult life and never had to go to hospital but the pain was becoming unbearable and I had to do something. Every time I crouched or leaned to the side this sharp pain would hit me and I was beginning to think my relationship with flowers is just about finished.
Fortunately, I had a doctor I could trust who is a family friend of ours and has been operating this community for the past 30 years or so. He suggested I try some painkillers and see what works best for me. I was hesitant at first having heard about the side effects but in the end I gave in and tried Oxycodone.
When I first started using it I felt dizzy but after a week or so I was able to see its immediate effect in eliminating the pain and the feeling of dizziness was also gone. I was pain free and ready to cultivate my flowers in no time. I am still cautious and I take it only when I really need it but from what I’ve experienced it is obvious it can’t hurt much.
I am very happy with what I have. I think I had a decent and easy life compared to other people but that is no reason to give up on enjoying the late stages of life. I can spend hours tending the garden without any trouble and I can only thank Oxycodone and my doctor for that.
I’m pretty much what you may call a proactive guy. Since I work in an office I exercise and participate in sports as much as I can. Whenever the weather permits me, I go to a nearby track to have a run at least half an hour long. In addition to that I play basketball with my buddies as often as I can. We’ve known each other for quite a while as most of us played for our high school team and got to the state finals in our senior year.
Last year late in fall the weather was still good enough to have a run at that track I decided to take advantage of it after work. It rained the night before, there were still some puddles of water but it was getting dark and even though I know the terrain I felt a bit insecure. I’m still not sure what happened exactly but I tried to skip some branch I saw in front of me and somehow slipped and twisted my ankle so bad I almost lost conscience. Since there was no one around, I just laid there in pain for some 15 minutes horrified by how my foot looked and screaming in pain. Somehow I dragged myself back home and my wife took me to the hospital.After some scans I found out my ankle was broken. I told the doctors I’ve never felt worse in my life and that the pain wouldn’t stop so they gave me some painkillers and put my leg in the cast. The following day I was released but the pain was still present and the ride back home was one of the most painful experiences in my life.
I called my personal doctor and my best friend who plays ball with me to advise me whether I can try something else to help me relax and make the pain more bearable.Knowing how much of a proactive life I lead and how hard it will be for me to go through all that he suggested I try Oxycodone. He knows how hard it is for a guy like me to abruptly quit the lifestyle I led ever since I can remember, even if it’s just for a short period of time. He said Oxycodone was efficient and you could feel the effects immediately. I didn’t expect much but boy was I surprised when I took my first dose. The pain was gone and it couldn’t have disappeared quicker. I proceeded with taking a pill of Oxycodone every time I felt some pain which was about 4-5 times a day.After my cast was removed I was taking Oxycodone for another couple of weeks until the pain disappeared. I still feel an odd niggle every now and then but I can’t imagine how it would have looked like hadn’t I tried Oxycodone. It helped me recover at a faster rate and that means a lot for someone who likes the adrenaline rush and everything that comes with leading a proactive lifestyle.
People that know me understand that I am not a huge sports fan. To be honest, I don’t follow anything sports related. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t skillful with the ball when I was younger or for some other reason, but the fact is that I am not into sports. I was always able to find something else to occupy my mind.
In most cases, it was music that inspired me the most. By the time I got to high school I started listening to hard rock and heavy metal and from that point everything revolved around this. You know, growing hair and all that. I was also very interested in playing an instrument so I took up lessons in playing the drums which requires a considerable physical effort. It was a good thing for me because I didn’t like sports and playing drums was a great way to break some sweat and burn some calories.
I was really dedicated to playing drums and practiced for hours at the expense of my parent’s and neighbor’s ears. During my college years this interest faded so nowadays I play drums from time to time when my best friends gather around and practice for the local festival that takes place every year.
Last year we played the local festival and as we were finishing our performance I got carried away and swung my drumstick in the air with my right hand in a manner of a real pro, but I put too much force in it and felt a sharp pain in my elbow. I went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with something called “Tennis elbow”. I know, sounds ironic considering my disinterest and lack of participation in sports, but that’s life.
I was instructed by the doctor to be extremely careful with my right hand for the following couple of weeks and I thought that would be it. Unfortunately, when I woke up the next day even the slightest movement of my right hand would cause an unbearable pain. I went back to see the doctor so he could prescribe me some painkillers since there was no way I could get through the day in such a condition.
Since I was in need of something effective, the doctor and I agreed I should try Oxycodone. I went home and started taking Oxycodone pills and even though they made me feel drowsy the pain was reduced significantly and I could resume some of the normal daily activities.
In combination with some exercises I was able to recover soon and now I’m jamming again and preparing a new set for this year’s festival with my best friends who taunt me by calling me names of tennis players I’ve never heard of. I’ll take that any time just so I don’t have to feel that pain again.