I suppose the most eye opening revelation of the opioid crisis was the knowledge that the Amish have been affected. I cannot imagine a more insulated group from our society. They are a very nice people. They own a variety of shops around here. The cabinet maker, cobbler, and saddler have all done absolutely great work for me.
They moved into my area when I was overseas. They had problems with our educational system until they built their own schools. Indiana law says they have to go to school until the age of 16. The other problem was a reflective triangle on their buggies. They didn't want it but I will tell you I would have run over a couple of buggies without it.
They are about as isolated as a community can be while still reliant on some things, such as medicine and hospitals. They are a very tight knit community. If the opioid crises has affected them then it has affected everyone.
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Pain is the hardest concept. It is different for everyone and everyone deals with it differently. Doctors ask using a 1 to 10 scale but how many of us have really experienced a 10 level pain. I suppose the closest I came is when I slipped on ice and broke my ankle. I coundn't move for a couple of minutes then I crawled back up the steps of the barracks to get help. That was worse then when I broke my arm in two places, tore out my knee requiring surgery, and damn near broke my back (just twisted not broke).
A few years ago I had a heart attack. The ambulance driver told me he could give me something for the pain but if might complicate things. I told him no. I don't want complications and I could take it. On my scale it was about an 8.
I used to ride a lot of horses. I've broken a few and one put me into the ground hard every single time. We put a nose rope on her to cut off her wind and I rode her to the ground. I was in college and could only ride on weekends. She bucked just as hard the next weekend. I had to admit defeat and hired someone to break her (ultimate shame). I was at Eitlelljorge Museum in Indy a couple of years ago looking at the Russel statues. As I walked through the exibit of cowboys being busted up by horses, I would say I've been there, and there, and there. And, I'm not a rodeo cowboy. My little brother rodeoed for a while. But as the older brother I started riding down the horses on our farm at an early age.
Medical doctors say that rodeo cowboys are the ones most able to compete in pain. More than football players. I doubt that it is more than gymnasts. My daughter competed often in complete pain. (I had absolutely no respect for the sport before she got involved and absolute respect for it afterwards.)
I'm not saying this for any other purpose than to say pain is relative. A good friend of mine, a cowboy who broke horses for a living and has been busted up many, many times was in a motorcycle accident a couple of years ago. Some junk head in a van just ran over him and his girlfriend. He suffered two broken arms, three broken ribs and a broken leg. She had multiple breaks and a head injury. He made it to her and held her until help arrived. Maybe I should add that he was 68 at the time and she was 67. She died twice on the way to the hospital but they revived her and saved her.
I went to visit him in recovery (they tend to put us old folks in a nursing home). We had known each other a long time and he admitted to me that in all the times he had been broken up he had never felt pain like that. His left arm had been broken off at the socket. He said he actually ask them to cut it off.
No one actually knows the pain someone else is in. But the entire idea of a pain free life is completely ridiculous.
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