Joe Doakes from Como Park emails:
My wife as a 40-year history of low back pain. It’s been good lately,
but she stumbled and fell the other day. Now, she’s in intense pain,
can barely move. We’ve been icing and heating, ibuprofen and Tylenol,
Because of the opioid crisis, she cannot get stronger pain medicine
without a diagnosis. She can’t get a diagnosis without imaging (MRI).
She can’t get imaging without a doctor’s order. She can’t see her doctor
because she’s out of town. So today we’re going in at 6:00 p.m. to see
some new doctor hoping for an imaging order and some temporary pain
relief, a couple of Vicodin, just to get through the night.
It’s insulting, it’s shameful, it’s infuriating that a senior citizen
must lie in pain because some bureaucrat is worried about junkies
getting high. If I knew where to get black-market Vicodin, I’d buy it
in a heartbeat. And don’t even get me thinking about sticking up – I
mean, peacefully protesting – my local drugstore. I’ve already got the
I had some exposure to this issue during the session – I was involved with some friends, drumming up phone calls to help reform the “Reforms” that led to the situation Joe describes, “reforms” that made it possible for the authorities to destroy the careers of doctors who prescribed painkillers out of line with untrained bureaucrats’ recommendations.
Talking with Representatives on the subject – including my own “representative”, Rena Moran – was a truly horrifying experience. One got the impression that the original “Reforms” had been pure ass-covering for the legislators (and neither party was blameless, not that I’m going to give Moran any slack), and with asses covered, they were done discussing the issue.
I used to joke that for Ron Paul to achieve the goals for which he campaigned in 2008 or 2012, he’s have had to have staged a libertarian coup d’etat, and imposed liberty by force via an absolute libertarian dictatorship.
That’s becoming less and less facetious over time.