Zero, zilch, nada. I even quit taking ibuprofen a few years ago for mild headaches and other mild aches, and just tough it out. I've never been on prescription meds, nor taken any of the narcos that I was prescribed (never filled the scrips) when having dental or other minor procedures. I never trusted the medical industrial complex from a younger age, and now in my 50s, I know that my distrust was always warranted.
On the other hand, my pill-pushing other half is on a myriad of drugs, has had many useless procedures, and will probably never stop. I say pill-pushing, because she's always trying to get me to take that poison, as she works in the medical field (not a doctor or nurse). I just refuse to talk about it with her and go about my day.
I usually do something dumb enough to land an ER visit or urgent care about once a year. Broken finger, sprained wrist, pulled muscles... I take a couple pain pills or muscle relaxer to cope for the first day or so then the rest get thrown into my first aid kit. Did this for years so I had a pretty good stash of vicodin, perks, oxies... I end up dropping an 80lb hydraulic cylinder on my thumb and it splits tissue to the bone. It's work related so the doc exrays it, throws in a couple stitches and says it's a hairline fracture. I tell him the glorified ibuprofen doesn't work for me and he gives it to me anyway thinking I'm seeking narcotics.
Whatever, go home with it hurting like hell and grab my first aid kit to find every pill bottle empty. That was how I found out one of my roommates was a junkie. Needless to say I wasn't in a good mood to begin with but that triggered me bad, went off on him and told him him and all his shit was to be gone within 24 hours. I wonder if he ever cleaned up or is dead now from graduating to fentynal.
The less meds you're on, the better you are...PERIOD!
Zero, zilch, nada. I even quit taking ibuprofen a few years ago for mild headaches and other mild aches, and just tough it out. I've never been on prescription meds, nor taken any of the narcos that I was prescribed (never filled the scrips) when having dental or other minor procedures. I never trusted the medical industrial complex from a younger age, and now in my 50s, I know that my distrust was always warranted.
On the other hand, my pill-pushing other half is on a myriad of drugs, has had many useless procedures, and will probably never stop. I say pill-pushing, because she's always trying to get me to take that poison, as she works in the medical field (not a doctor or nurse). I just refuse to talk about it with her and go about my day.
I usually do something dumb enough to land an ER visit or urgent care about once a year. Broken finger, sprained wrist, pulled muscles... I take a couple pain pills or muscle relaxer to cope for the first day or so then the rest get thrown into my first aid kit. Did this for years so I had a pretty good stash of vicodin, perks, oxies... I end up dropping an 80lb hydraulic cylinder on my thumb and it splits tissue to the bone. It's work related so the doc exrays it, throws in a couple stitches and says it's a hairline fracture. I tell him the glorified ibuprofen doesn't work for me and he gives it to me anyway thinking I'm seeking narcotics.
Whatever, go home with it hurting like hell and grab my first aid kit to find every pill bottle empty. That was how I found out one of my roommates was a junkie. Needless to say I wasn't in a good mood to begin with but that triggered me bad, went off on him and told him him and all his shit was to be gone within 24 hours. I wonder if he ever cleaned up or is dead now from graduating to fentynal.