Some physicians are weak enough to place the means of gratifying this morbid appetite directly in the hands of the patient. This is more especially the case since the hypodermic use of the drug has become common. So magical is the effect of this mode of administration, so rapid and forcible the action of the drug, that many persons will not rest content until they possess and are using the instrument. As the affections for which opium and morphine are most commonly used are chiefly found in neurasthenic patients, and as these patients are ever ready to indulge in excesses, in both stimulants and narcotics, it is not surprising that the number of victims to this slavery is daily on the increase, both in town and country. Moreover, nervous affections are on the increase: pain without any very apparent cause, nervousness from the most trivial things. Neuralgias are more common. Insanity also. Suicide is daily more frequent.
Those not acquainted with the truth in this matter will be surprised to learn that there are to-day thousands of educated and respectable people in all countries and among all classes, confirmed habituès; slaves to a habit that is more exacting than the hardest taskmaster, that they loathe beyond all else, and yet that binds them in chains that they are wholly unable to break.
Everything must give way to this vice. Business is neglected or but imperfectly performed; family ties are sundered; hope, ambition, happiness, self-respect are meaningless words; the one thing that fills the mind is the gratification of this passion, which they loathe, but from which they cannot break.
Thus from day to day, week to week, year to year, they go on; not living—simply existing. Each day, each hour, each minute binds them more firmly, until at last they feel their own inability to cope with the demon that has overpowered them, and abandon themselves, hopelessly, listlessly, to the vice. Repentance comes too late. The momentary pleasure, the short period of excitement, the hour of vivacity bears fruit a thousand-fold; fruit, the bitter taste of which must last them a lifetime. That which at first gave them pleasure has now become the veriest tyrant, enforcing long hours of pain and anguish, gloom and despondency. They do not continue its use because it gives them pleasure, but simply because it is the only thing that, in increasing doses, can save them from the torment it has itself imposed; because without it they are sunk into a living hell. The mind is incapable of healthy action, the temper is decidedly aggravated, the person taking offence at and scolding furiously about things that in health, or while under the influence of opium, would excite no comment. They suffer from terrible nightmares. They are constantly on the edge of imaginary precipices, or falling, falling down dizzy heights. Sleep, if had at all, is broken, unsatisfactory and fraught with the most frightful and torturing dreams, into the warp and woof of which are constantly woven the most horrible sights. Now they are the victims of some terrible accident, again, they are hurried on by some malignant persecution. They fancy that they are drowning, that they are being burned at the stake, inhaling the sickening odor of their own burning flesh, feeling it peel from their aching bones. Then comes the awakening with a start or scream. The gradual realization that these things are not real; the cold sweat; the trembling of the limbs; the sense of utter exhaustion from which they sink into sleep once more, to live again the agonizing scenes of their diseased imagination; waking and sleeping and counting the minutes as days, the hours as years, until morning finally comes.
Nor are the torments of day much less than those of the night. The stomach rebels; nausea is persistent and distressing; saliva gathers in the mouth; there is sinking at the pit of the stomach; severe cramps of the intestines; the lips and throat are dry and parched; the tongue swollen. A dry, irritating cough sets in. Pains girdle the body and shoot with agonizing intensity down the limbs and into the face. The muscular system fails; locomotion is attended with difficulty; the sufferer staggers like a drunkard; the muscles of the face and eyelids twitch; the hands shake so that a glass falls from them, and it is impossible to pick up a small object. The circulation is affected; flushing and chilliness alternate; the eyes are dry, and feel as though filled with sand. The mind wanders; delirium supervenes; diarrhœa and vomiting set in, and sometimes collapse, and a more pitiable object can nowhere be found.
It is at this time that the sufferer, tortured beyond all power of endurance, would sell body, soul, anything, to obtain that drug which, while it gives no fresh pleasure, removes these ill effects, as if by magic.
A dose is taken. A pleasant sense of warmth pervades the body; the mind clears, the hands become steady, the gait natural, the pains vanish, the nausea and diarrhœa cease, and existence becomes again bearable.
Each dose must be a little larger than the preceding, in order to obtain the desired effect. In some cases the increase is very slow, but these are rare exceptions. Rarer still are those instances where no increase is necessary.
I have here portrayed the suffering of one who has been using the drug for a considerable time, or for a shorter time in large doses. The chains, though not at first galling, are nevertheless there, and each succeeding dose rivets them tighter.
There are certain rare cases where opium seems, instead of doing harm, to be of positive benefit to the person using it. Dr. Joseph Parrish, a veteran observer of these cases, wrote me that he had known of several. One is related by Dr. Golding Bird.[1] A lady, probably hysterical, took morphia for the relief of paroxysmal pain in the loins. She had been taking it for several years. For the past two years she had increased the dose to ten grains, taken three times daily. There were no obvious ill effects; functions were properly carried on, the appetite was good, and there was no known organic disease.