I have to be honest: Who willingly injects themselves with this stuff?
I know a few candidates from my old circle of friends – they would have had a lot of fun with this pump. I don’t like this opiate high at all. Just the feeling when your breathing slows down and you feel like you have to speed it up again or you’ll crash. I’m probably overstating it, but there’s surely more pleasant things in the world.
Now I have to figure out whether the pain is bearable because the medication is so well adjusted, or whether my body could manage without it. But I notice pretty quickly that without it gets pretty uncomfortable.
This thing totally reminds me of the story of Michael Jackson’s death, where he kept pressuring his doctor to give him his “milk” (must have been morphine back then). Man, if his doctor had just given him a PCA pump, he’d have been fine—and MJ himself could have pressed the golden ticket. That’s why I’m calling the stuff “milk” from now on.
By evening I managed to convince the nurse that I was doing fine and we could remove the milk pump. Full pain risk for a bit more mobility? – “I’m in,” I said, and regretted it later.