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I never dreamed I would ever be in so much pain I would drink over it. I never dreamed that I would not be able to access the proper meds to help me. Not only did I drink in November over this stupid pain. I drank this week, again. I have no excuses, just mitigating circumstance.
Two weeks ago, my doc increased my Ultram, in the hopes that would help, which it did, till this week. Friday evening I went to the ER because of unrelated stuff, and to run certain tests, they had to put certain drugs in my IV, which made me loopier than I had been for a while. I came home and slept on the couch all day Saturday. I could not work my weekend job, and I am ticked about that, but I had a bad case of cellulitus, again, and had to stay off my leg for a few days. I went back to work on Monday, and by Monday night I was in agony with the body aches. I have an appointment with the rheumatologist on Christmas Eve, and that was scheduled in October.
I called my doc on Tuesday morning and got a message on my cell around 1:30 that he was writing a script for something, but I had to come into the office to pick it up. The office closed at 2:00 that day, and would not reopen till this morning. The voicemail also mentioned referring me to a pain management doc, but left no names of any. Yesterday, I called around to different pain docs and the one I could actually get on the phone has a snippy receptionist who kept saying I needed a script from my doc before they would even schedule the appointment. I explained that I have to wait till Thursday, as they are not in. I could grasp that they were insisting I have the script from the doctor before they would schedule me. I got so upset after that call, I called my psychiatrist and told him in his voicemail that I was tempted to go to a part of Philadelphia known for the drug dealing that takes place there. Instead, I stayed legal and got a bottle. Why is it that when I am being tempted and going through my self-imposed misery, I find my favorite wine on sale? Satan works overtime just on that one for me, because it never fails to happen that my wine goes on sale when I am at my worst.
I saw my doc today, and cried like a baby in his office about everything. He gave me the script I had called about on Tuesday, and explained why he was prescribing it. I also now need to get an MRI, which his office has to precertify, and then I can schedule with a different pain doc, one his receptionist uses, and hopefully see the new doc sometime next week.
In the meantime, I applied for Family Medical Leave, and hopefully that will get approved for intermittent time off because of this nightmare I am experiencing.
As for AA, I could not make my meetings over the weekend, due to being sick. Monday night, I had to take care of something. No excuse for not making one the other two days. I called my sponsor repeatedly, and she and I finally talked last night. Her cell phone had died, and she did not have a landline. I really think I need to get a sponsor who is more immediate about returning calls. I called her every day, even her work phone, and left messages there.
Sorry to babble for so long.
Trish
Two weeks ago, my doc increased my Ultram, in the hopes that would help, which it did, till this week. Friday evening I went to the ER because of unrelated stuff, and to run certain tests, they had to put certain drugs in my IV, which made me loopier than I had been for a while. I came home and slept on the couch all day Saturday. I could not work my weekend job, and I am ticked about that, but I had a bad case of cellulitus, again, and had to stay off my leg for a few days. I went back to work on Monday, and by Monday night I was in agony with the body aches. I have an appointment with the rheumatologist on Christmas Eve, and that was scheduled in October.
I called my doc on Tuesday morning and got a message on my cell around 1:30 that he was writing a script for something, but I had to come into the office to pick it up. The office closed at 2:00 that day, and would not reopen till this morning. The voicemail also mentioned referring me to a pain management doc, but left no names of any. Yesterday, I called around to different pain docs and the one I could actually get on the phone has a snippy receptionist who kept saying I needed a script from my doc before they would even schedule the appointment. I explained that I have to wait till Thursday, as they are not in. I could grasp that they were insisting I have the script from the doctor before they would schedule me. I got so upset after that call, I called my psychiatrist and told him in his voicemail that I was tempted to go to a part of Philadelphia known for the drug dealing that takes place there. Instead, I stayed legal and got a bottle. Why is it that when I am being tempted and going through my self-imposed misery, I find my favorite wine on sale? Satan works overtime just on that one for me, because it never fails to happen that my wine goes on sale when I am at my worst.
I saw my doc today, and cried like a baby in his office about everything. He gave me the script I had called about on Tuesday, and explained why he was prescribing it. I also now need to get an MRI, which his office has to precertify, and then I can schedule with a different pain doc, one his receptionist uses, and hopefully see the new doc sometime next week.
In the meantime, I applied for Family Medical Leave, and hopefully that will get approved for intermittent time off because of this nightmare I am experiencing.
As for AA, I could not make my meetings over the weekend, due to being sick. Monday night, I had to take care of something. No excuse for not making one the other two days. I called my sponsor repeatedly, and she and I finally talked last night. Her cell phone had died, and she did not have a landline. I really think I need to get a sponsor who is more immediate about returning calls. I called her every day, even her work phone, and left messages there.
Sorry to babble for so long.
Trish
