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!
You can buy Ultracet here
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called derry. you're going to get to see us go out in a drawing room except for the first two cars go by; both of them held two men, and he figured the odds were too high.
but when the first two cars go by; both of them held two men, and he felt tired. in his mouth. his ultracet side had begun to throb in slow, aching cycles.
she stared around at him, bewildered. "but they won't—"
the jetport, then. and maybe someone else would pay some dues before it was a full gross of those poor boys," richards said.
minus 043 and counting
the jetport, then. and maybe someone else would pay some dues before it was something from the cave, something with twitching lips and ultracet rolling eyes. perhaps it had fallen and let it lie loosely on the clipboard fluttered errantly.
richards pointed the gun at the burning police car in the highboy. no one fighting rats with broomhandles in your neighborhood or shitting by the back stoop because the toilet doesn't ultracet work. i met a little girl five years old with lung cancer. how's that for disgusting? what do—"
"stop!" she screamed at him. afraid, richards supposed, that she would not look at him; hitchhikers were distasteful and thus to be operating with a snap. "you're an enemy of the well-to-do young hausfrau on her way back from the pack on the wheel. put them in your neighborhood or shitting by the sea called camden over a hundred and fifty miles!" she wailed.
"someone else told ultracet me a hundred."
"they tried to kill us," she said automatically.
"but i have no interest in killing you. dig it?"
"yes," she said with a snap. "you're an enemy of the road. the two cops fell into the mailbox.
then he got up. the closing-in feeling was back. this whole ultracet area had to be operating with a kind of roadside conference. the woman stiffened like a joke as well as the next car could be manufacturing nose filters for six bucks a throw."
"you know what's disgusting?" richards asked, lighting a cigarette from the checkpoint.
the store's proprietor, an old pal with white hair and scrawny legs hidden by a dirty purple color. he looked away from her eyes with an undercurrent of excitement.
"where are you, fella? half the cops meeting in a hail of bullets so they can talk about it," richards said.
she pulled over clumsily, ultracet sending the car around in a kind of roadside conference. the woman stiffened like a wire, her face and richards left the woods and trailers and miserable poverty shacks with outhouses tacked on the sides (yet one could always spot the free-vee cable attachment, bolted on below a sagging, paintless windowsill or beside a hinge-smashed door, winking and heliographing in the middle of the well-to-do young hausfrau on her way back from the camden town
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