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Drugs: I’ve always just said no to them, and honestly haven’t given them much thought. Isn’t it just life’s dregs who use them (or “hoods,” as we called them when I was in high school)?
Maybe not. In Dreamland: The True Tale of America’s Opiate Epidemic, Sam Quinones makes a startling case that a whole lot of Americans are hooked on drugs, specifically, on opiate drugs.
I found this tale horrifying and fascinating at the same time. People get hooked on these drugs when they visit a doctor for pain — back pain, pain from an accident, etc. In the ’90s, drug companies made the case to doctors (often through well-compensated sales reps who gave goodies to the doctors and wined & dined them) that opioid drugs were not addictive. Doctors prescribed them to patients, often in large quantities to avoid those same patients coming back again and again. In fact, doctors were cautioned that patients could sue them for not adequately treating their pain. Often, the people taking these drugs became hooked on them.
Another part of this was that these drugs really took off in economically depressed towns across the US. Perhaps if many of the addicts had had jobs, they would have had less time to focus on their pain and seek out relief from it. “Pain clinics” sprang up across the country, but often these were little more than pill mills handing out prescriptions to various forms of opium.
“You think you’re doing stuff the way it’s supposed to be done,” one addict said. “You’re trusting the doctor. After a while you realize this isn’t right but there really isn’t anything you can do about it. You’re stuck. You’re addicted.”
The Fifth Vital Sign
In 1998, the Veterans Health Administration named pain as “the fifth vital sign” which doctors should check patients for. The World Health Organization claimed freedom from pain was a universal human right. Never mind that pain is tremendously subjective — if a patient claims he or she is in pain, doctors were told they had the responsibility to treat it. But Quinones wonders if chasing freedom from pain is always a good idea … “man’s decay has always begun as soon as he has it all, and is free of friction, pain, and the deprivation that temper his behavior.”
Opium Nayarit Connection
Then we have many, many young men from Xalisco, Nayarit, Mexico. The opium poppy grows there, and drug bosses help these men get into the country, send them to the town where they’re needed, and they drive around town, delivering opium to the people desperate for it. They don’t tend to be arrested for this, for a few reasons. They carry the drugs in individual portions in deflated balloons, which they keep in their cheeks. If they’re pulled over, they simply swallow the balloons. They don’t carry guns. They don’t sell to blacks, since they are often violent. Instead, they’re instructed to sell only to whites, who didn’t tend to cause trouble and who usually had ready cash. If a driver is caught, within a day the bosses have him replaced with another seller.
“When my brother went up north, my mother was saying I don’t know how you can sell that garbage,” one Mexican youth said. “But when she saw the money she was very happy.”
It wasn’t just the Mexican guys selling the drugs. Many senior citizens with prescriptions for OxyContin and other drugs realized that they could supplement their retirement income by selling their drugs to young adults. Others, on disability for some issue or other, headed to a doctor with their monthly disability check, and the doctors (who worked on a cash-only basis so they could pocket the disability cash) quickly prescribed a generous amount of “pain pills.” Medicaid health insurance covers that prescription every month, for just a $3 Medicaid co-pay. People using thousands of dollars worth of street drugs each month for just a few dollars? It’s happening — quite regularly, in fact.
“Before long, driving a major US metro area with your mouth crammed with balloons of heroin was a viable economic option — kind of like SSI in eastern Kentucky — for a much larger swath of restless young men in and around Xalisco, Nayarit.”
Purdue Pharma Connection
I don’t know much (or anything, really) about drug companies, but a ‘bad buy’ mentioned over and over was Purdue Pharma. About ten years ago, when the scope of this problem was beginning to become apparently, some pain doctors began to suspect that opiate drugs were habit-forming. A few suggested that not every pain claimed by a patient should be met by an increased opiate prescription. Purdue Pharma execs objected to capping a dose on opiates, though.
Is this freaking you out yet? It did for me. My 14-year-old recently had her wisdom teeth out, and she was prescribed 30 hydrocodone pills. This is a form of opium ranked as “highly addictive,” and I ended up not filling the prescription, instead using ibuprofen. Imagine a young adult, on their own, given such a prescription. I can easily see how they could become addicted after trying the drug 30 times.
Indianapolis, the capital of my state, was mentioned as one city the Mexican boys sell from. It was mentioned that many customers come up from IU (where I went to college, and where my daughter now attends). “The kids Pedro sold to were all white, always ready to try out their high school Spanish. ‘Hola, amigo. Como estas? Me gusta mucho la cerveza.'”
As to lessons to take from all this, I like what pharmacology profession Martin Adler says: “Living without pain is a horrible thing. (You can) die young because pain is the greatest signaling mechanism we have.”
The Scioto County, Ohio, coroner felt doctors had failed the public: “They visited incredible harm on the people of America as a profession. Pharmacists did also. Every single pill that was killing people in my county was legitimately prescribed, legitimately filled, legitimately paid for.”
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