I had a bad bike accident in 2011 and completely shattered my right elbow. It was rebuilt that night and then the metal was removed because it shifted, screws broke. Six surgeries later, I couldn’t function. I found a rheumatologist who took me on and gave me Norco 10/325 mg up to 8 per day. It worked but then it stopped. So he added Fentanyl patches. My husband/soulmate/best friend died in 2014 but the pain meds didn’t help or hurt that pain. I just started traveling to see family and old friends. But I had no pain. When my doctor increased my Fentanyl my family and friends thought I was drinking. My son knew I was on pain pills and he voiced his concern. Skip ahead to now, I stopped the Fentanyl in October and took my last Norco the day before Thanksgiving. I was given the choice of staying on the drugs or spending alone time with my 2 year old grandson. He wins at every turn. I disconnected from my rheumatologist - he gave me drugs when he knew I’d be caring for my newborn grandson and driving him around. I was putting him in danger. I thought my driving was fine. Falling asleep at the wheel is not “fine.” I saw my internist yesterday who has been monitoring my progress. I told him I thought I’d feel great by now but I feel like crap. I feel like I have the flu every day. He told me it takes awhile for the pain sensors to normalize but that he was so proud of me. He thought I’d still be weaning off of the Norco. My sleep is messed up. It never was before. The hardest part is I’m physically not able to take care of my grandson two days in a row. I don’t have the strength yet. Plus, I’m just tired from lack of sleep. Thanks for reading.