The High Cost Of Adaptation.

So, I had a time in my life when I was always in and out of the hospital. I was quietly battling an illness and most people do not even know. The reason is because it's not that obvious and it's something your clothes can cover.

During those times, I had to undergo several operations. I kept going in and out of the theater room, unkept getting stitched up at different places, even places that have been cut before would be cut again just so to perform another operation. And after each, I remember those doctors so administered tramadol injections among other pills, just so to ease the pain. I'm always glad each time that was down, because the pain after surgery isn't bearable. Even though the injection would wear off after a few hours still it gave me enough time to breathe and sleep with less pain.

Along the line, something changed. It was after one of the several surgeries I had and they administered tramadol again as usual, but this time I was still in very severe pain. It wasn't working. I kept crying of pain and all, they said they can't administer another, when it seems the pain was unbearable for me, they had to administer another, but even still I wasn't relieved. They just wheeled me off like that. Nobody knows why it wasn't working, coupled with that, I began to experience dizziness and I do feel like throwing up, throwing up in that kind of situation itself is pain in it's own, cause everything in me, in my stomach would pull up, causing lots of pain to the surgical sites on my tummy. So, it turned out that what was supposed to ease me of pain couldn't do so anymore. My body had gotten used to it and it no longer has effects on my pains anymore.

When the doctors noticed that, they switched to this very tiny but powerful one. I can still very well remember its name. I spent years in the hospital, so I know the names of almost all these things used and all. It was Pentazocine, it's a very strong one I must admit. It did help me with the pain but it has its own effects too, to me it was hallucinations. I began seeing things that were not, I began responding to things that were never said. What that injection does was that it didn't just fight my pain, it also fought with me as well, it was like my mind was no longer mine. So, when everything finally ended, I was glad, because, believe me, if it had continued for a little longer, it probably would have affected me mentally.

In short, I've had a lot of experiences when it comes to drugs, injections and such. And I can say from experience that when the body gets used to a drug, the drug stopped working for what it was actually meant to work for. The same way we went to live and survive is the same way these infections, cholera, typhoid and all want to survive as well, so they try to adapt...

So, we find out that most of these illnesses now are now trying to survive and fight those pills we thought can fight them or that once used to help curb them. And we are the ones playing the part of helping them adapt-by abusing these drugs, by relying on them, by using them blindly and all.

Science is good and it has gone a long way in helping us, but at this rate, science needs to evolve speedily because this sicknesses aren't waiting too. What I am saying is, science needs to be always ahead of the illnesses it's fighting. So, more researches should be done, people should stop abusing drugs, it's misuse should stop, science should evolve and people should stop taking this pills blindly.

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