Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company that Addicted America

by Beth Macy

A journalist and former colleague of mine was so worried about the epidemic’s chilling effect on painkillers that she emailed me an X-ray of her back, showing a sixty-four-degree curve in her lumbar spine—from the front, it resembled a question mark—and slipped disks that caused severe arthritis pain. Painkillers had allowed her to work and actively pursue gardening, cooking, and beekeeping, and they precluded risky and potentially debilitating surgery. And yet her scoliosis specialist had recently discontinued her pain management “without any notice and with no discussion during appointments to come up with a pain management strategy” because the new CDC guideline “frightened him into abandoning his patients,” she said. (For her arthritis, she takes the synthetic opioid Tramadol; for neuropathy, she takes the seizure medication gabapentin, which is increasingly sought on the black market for its sedative effects.) “My life is not less important than that of an addict,” my friend wrote, in bold letters, explaining that her new practitioner requires her to submit to pill counts, lower-dose prescriptions, and more frequent visits for refills, which increase her out-of-pocket expense.