After leaving the vet with Merida, I got a text from our vet asking for my full name as it appears on my driver’s license, as well as my date of birth. Here’s what the text said:
Indiana Laws are changing about controlled substances (Tramadol in Merida’s case) and we need Shelley’s birthdate and full name of her drivers license.
I’m certainly ok with that and understand the need. More control is good… especially when you look like this when taking the muscle relaxers with the Tramadol. 🙂
Flashback to 2014…
Before my back surgery — when I was doing physical therapy, going to the chiropractor like it was my job, and having the lumbar injections — I was prescribed Tramadol. It was an AWFUL experience for me. I had crazy dreams… and I mean CRAZY dreams. They changed me to Oxycodone and by the time I had surgery, I figured every single person in that room was addicted to some type of pain medication.
But at that time, they tried Tramadol first because they said it was non-addictive. Matter of fact, in 1995, it was approved by the FDA as a non-controlled substance. Not until late 2014 was it reclassified as a schedule IV controlled substance. Interesting, right?
Merida has greatly improved!
Merida is feeling much better and seems to tolerate all the meds — including Tramadol — just fine. She’s acting more normal again — unlike when Katie was here over the weekend.
Now you know: During World War II, US comedian Redd Foxx dodged the draft by eating half a bar of soap before his physical, a trick that resulted in heart palpitations.