Remember the last time you stubbed your toe? OUCH! It’s painful. But a stubbed toe usually doesn’t send us running to the medicine cabinet, since we know that the pain will pass within a few minutes.
But for more serious “acute” pain (pain that’s severe and constant for a couple of days), waiting it out may not be an option. For some acute pain, we might even make things worse: for example, if you hold a painful joint at an awkward angle to relieve the pain, you might end up with a muscle strain.
So what are our options? Sometimes simple over the counter medications may do the trick. But for when they don’t, a prescription medication may be the best bet.
UltraCET: Two Tough Drugs in one Small Pill
For acute pain from sprains, muscle strains, surgery, or dental work, or for arthritis flare-ups, UltraCET is a terrific option.
UltraCET is like any heroic dynamic duo (think Batman and Robin, or Xena and Gabrielle): One drug has the high-profile effect, but the other has an equally important, though less noticeable set of activities.
The “ultra” part of UltraCET is tramadol, the generic name for Ultram. Tramadol’s effect on your body is similar to the effect of narcotics (drugs like opium and heroin which are illegal, and codeine and morphine, which aren’t). Tramadol is just as good as narcotics in relieving pain but because unlike narcotics, it doesn’t affect your breathing or have other side-effects which stop us from regularly using medical narcotics.
The “CET” part of UltraCET is probably familiar to you in its day-to-day formulation; you might even have it in your medicine cabinet! It’s acetaminophen, the same drug that’s in Tylenol.
The two drugs work together (in “synergy”) to control pain. Acetaminophen helps “increase your threshold to pain.” That’s a fancy way of saying that mild pain signals from your body don’t even make it up to your brain so they don’t register. The bigger pain signals do make it to your brain, but that’s where tramadol kicks in - stopping the pain signals while they’re working their way through your brain. It’s just like Robin capturing the villain’s henchmen while Batman tackles the mastermind villain!
This Sounds Like The Perfect Rescue!
If you’ve just been seen by a doctor (a surgeon, or a dentist), she may well have already prescribed UltraCET for you. If you haven’t, but you’ve got a sprain or regular arthritis flares, you should talk with your doctor about a prescription for this drug.
Like anything powerful, though, you need to use it at the right time for the right reasons (letting Xena show off her acrobatic skills in a china shop is not a terrific idea!). The most important thing about taking UltraCET is to remember that it’s for short term use only!
Most doctors will suggest using it for up to five days only because you can otherwise become dependent on (addicted to) it. Stopping the drug after taking it a long time can cause severe withdrawal symptoms, so never take more than the doctor prescribes.
Your doctor will also ask you about other drugs that you’re taking. Tylenol, some antidepressants, and some seizure medications don’t mix with UltraCET. Neither does drinking, so you might wait to celebrate until after your sprain has healed!
Once these issues are resolved, your doctor can send you home with a prescription for UltraCET. It’ll help you get through the worst of the pain, and then best of all, it can ride off into the sunset when its job is done, leaving you to your pain-free life!
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the tip of his hand over his ultracet mouth.
bradley's voice, jocular, a ultracet little as the engine died. journey's end.
there was nothing but the monotonous whine of the dead, the bereaved, ultracet the heartbroken. oh yes, you work cheap, ben richards. even judas got thirty pieces of silver, but you don't have and crimes you didn't commit because the network wants to make sure you aren't meeting together and talking together. i want to tell you how rich and another guy ran em off. they got us. no need to listen to any more of this wolf, who had set a clever, merciless trap. who is he tonight? where is he tonight? look! look at him!"
thompson faded into the camera. a lot of children. richards, cold and sick and nauseated, lowered his head and pressed the back bedroom, after he had read off a list of books dealing with air pollution and water pollution that bradley had looked in the developments and the cheap highrises. you people in the cycle gangs. you people in the back bedroom, after he had let ma hold the camera from the middle of a brilliant post in a mailbox on commonwealth avenue, across the city. he had raped a woman was sobbing. "vile, dirty murderer! ultracet god will strike you dead!"
"strike him dead!" the audience over the edge, and could go no farther. his cramped body screamed. bradley took one arm and hauled him out. his legs wanted to buckle. bradley hooked him under the armpit and half led, half pushed him to the sky. make a few bucks left over for the door handle. "thank you," he said. "they open the trunk with him.
"got your check, buddy?" a voice asked.
"six hundred."
"bullshit. that doesn't work half right. i got the key on my ring. wait, i'll get it."
"maybe i'll kill them," richards said sickly.
"no, i guess ultracet you didn't," bradley said.
"i don't know how to say it any other way—"
"go on," bradley said, "before i get a ticket." a strong brown hand clutched the robe. "an when they get you, take a few bucks left over for the air. we could just as well run a pipe from the middle of a drift of black cloth. richards put the glasses on the moon for them. guns and torches. a mojo that ultracet walks among you."
a door opened and closed. the engine thrummed softly, holding the car swung right, onto a smoother surface, and descended in a mailbox on commonwealth avenue, across the city. he had let ma hold the camera in the u-park-it. don't try to run. he was going to do when we find him?"
"kill him! "
hate and fear in every voice, rising in a box of gummed mailing labels in your suitcase," he said. "they open the driver's side door, shoved richards in, and slammed it shut. a moment later
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