Prescription Addiction: Are Your Parents at Risk?

Cathie 4 months ago

My mom is a prescription ADDICT. I fear for her. She takes alot of medications and is always looking for an illness or condition to go to the doctor for so that she can get new and improved medications. Anything/everything not just pain meds. I think she believes that there is a pill that will fix everything/anything. She's aware that she reaching the end of her life and I think she is just so very afraid, confussed, and not ready to be old enough to die. I think she is in so much pain physically, mentally, and emotionally and doesn't want to lose control of who she is/was and wants to remain, that she HOPES with all she is/has that it doesn't have to be this way she has turned to prescription drugs. I mean after all they do help her get through each day with some kind of pleasure God knows that life for her is painful and scary as hell. The ones that deal with her physical pain, the ones that keep her from getting so nervous when she gets confused going out to the doctors,dentist, or just out, the ones that help her not be so scared to be by herself, or the ones that just make her sit-watch t.v.-and not think about life at all, the ones that help her not remember where she's at or how many things are different than what she remembers or believes things are and the doctors aren't shy about giving strong medications to the elderly to ease suffering for them. The medications help our elderly ignore the fact that they are being pushed aside by this world because they are elderly. Seriously, think about it. I visited my natural father shortly before he passed away and the nurse at the nursing home brought him in the two cartons of cigarettes that his friend had dropped off for him and she says to him, "you know these are not good for your health? You shouldn't smoke." He said to her. "Shoot lady, You gotta die of something and old age just takes to damn long." His age brought him several illnesses that made his life so painful and uncomfortable that he just hated every single day, every day, no matter what, rain or shine he was in pain all day every day. If I could take some of mom's confussion, fear, and-or her pain so that she could enjoy her days better, I'd do it in a minute cause I rather go through the pain for her than see her go through it. Or feel like a real piece of work because I lose my patience, or get to busy to just be with her and make her feel safer or loved. I feel like such a horrid person for being so selfish and uncompassionate towards her sometimes. She probably feels exactly the same way about me sometimes. I need to stop and love my mom everything I have and remember every second of every day, that confussion, fear, pain, and death are horrid enough, I don't want to be just another horrid thing she has to deal with every day. I kinda got off base a little here, but to end this. So what if they are dependant on prescription drugs, it's probably the only thing left in their lives that they can depend on.