The taste of pain- And I'm not being metaphorical! / Is there any reason to even keep taking pain killers?

While I'm certain given to evocative colorful language, when I speak of pain having a taste, I'm being dead on literal.

I can tell not only how severe my pain & suffering are, but whether its a deep burning, a pounding, a stabbing, etc. sort of torment by the flavors in my mouth.

Pain is always bitter, but there are so many varieties. Basically, the more different bitter tastes I have, the worse my pain/torment are.

Then there's added flavors-

• saltiness,
• a dull metallic taste,
• an acidic taste which reminds me of when my brother put a 9 volt batter on my tongue,
• a dry acrid burnt ashes taste
• and even a sweet taste.

These all correspond to added dynamics of the torment.

This weekend I've had very poor equilibrium... worst since my femur went out on me.

So correspondingly, the metallic and acrid tastes have been added to the bitter ones.

In my pain log, I have the information as to which each of those other flavors corresponds to, but right now I can't toss them off the tip of my tongue.

What do you do if pain killers just dull one set of pains so you can feel others full force?

That's my dilemma currently.

I don't have anywhere near adequate medication for pain management, since the docs are playing hot potato with my health. The buck stops with a pain specialist April 28, but in the mean time I've got to mete my meds out carefully.

Even so, this weekend has been so cataclysmic that I've gone nearly as aggressive as proper medical procedures allow... and each time here's what's happened: The meds took away one set of pain & discomfort from my awareness... but behind them were others waiting to bedevil me. Its really worse than a zero sum equation.

Maybe the best I can do until someone either finds a cause for this, or will treat me properly aggressively, is loose myself in creativity, watching the birds, being with Tess, with episodic time of sobbing in a fetal ball.

Its known that weeping has beneficial effects on the brain's chemistry, but even tho I've never been a macho guy about such things, I hate to sob outloud because then my mother and my wife feel the full brunt of what I'm feeling, and I'd not wish that on anyone...

As for the photo with this post... I'm being "listig" there- it is part of the provisional Romans 8 ScriPix, but I'll leave it to you to figure out how its there

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