OK, here's the thing as a Crohn's patient... I get Percocet for home. 90 5 mg pills a month. There are times where I am vomiting up everything that is going into my stomach or shitting so bad that the phenergan suppositories don't even melt all the way before they come out. If I go into the ER, I am obviously in pain. I don't want anything to go home with because I already have that... but god damnet I want some fluids, phenergan and pain meds while I'm there trying to get my heart rate down from 150 because I haven't eaten anything in days.
I smoke pot. I smoke a lot of pot, pot is not legal in my state but my doctors all kind of told me to keep doing whatever helps as long as it's not addicting. I have been diagnosed with borderline and because of this stay away from any hard drugs because I know that people like me have potential for abuse.
I end up having to go into the ER every couple months because of dehydration. If you start treating me like a junkie and asking me when I shoot up because my arms have "track marks" which are actually just 16 years of IV treatments since I was diagnosed as a 13 year old little girl... or my "pop marks" which are random skin infections because I'm on humira... I'm going to at first explain calmly that it's not and request a a drug test. If you treat me like an asshole and get shitty with my because I said I don't want Toradol because it makes me throw up blood (which it does and even warns about giving to IBD patients), I'm going to call you a callow little fuck who I hope gets Crohn's.
Seriously, some of the people accused of being drug seekers are just genuinely in pain. I didn't ask to be sick. I don't want to be in the ER. I'm not broke, if I wanted opiates that are harder than my percocet I could buy it from my pot dealer. I don't though because I'm not just going to the ER for pain, I'm there because I'm weak and very ill. The pain from the disease really does cause you to go insane after awhile. We do get bitchy sometimes because of it.
Real junkies though, fuck them in the ass. There have been a couple times where my doc could genuinely see the hatred towards the junkies screaming about pain killers because their drug dealer no longer accepts handies as payment. Those are the ones that will purposely overprescribe me dilaudid and practically should the dosage just to piss off the actual junkie in the next room. We all know damn well those aren't spider bites.