Say Howdy To Puckett

One of my best friends is going through utter hell with chronic back problems and massive chronic pain. He cannot work much less walk down the hall of his apartment. Until the neurologists figure out what the hell is going on with him and how to fix it, my friend, Scott Puckett, is in the hands of a pain management doctor who just took over his case from his primary care doctor. The pain magement doc's first move? Take away Puckett's pain meds! And it ain't going well.

So Puckett is going to start posting on this blog because there are many substantial issues around chronic pain in our culture--as substantial as the ones effecting psych patients. Only people with chronic pain have the federal government restricting the use of opiods--to the point of jailing some doctors who prescribe them for pain management--and fighting any medical use of marijuana.

So be nice to Puckett. He's a fine writer and pretty pissed off about what's going on with him. Which I hope is over damn fucking soon. He's got other shit to do with his life--like starting law school in the fall!

I spent a lot of time talking with him on the phone last evening instead of pulling together a post on the fucking outrageous situation concerning the treatment of hypomania. In my mind, it was time well spent. Instead, I have a small post following. Back to reality manana.

Take it away, Skippy.