Posted 2/16/2012 3:03 AM (GMT 0)
Hi guys -
Been a few days since I posted... I had my lithotripsy and have been recovering. The first night was horrid because the doc didn't think I'd need nausea meds ... needless to say that was a BAD idea. Anyway, I got through that (finally got them to give me nausea meds). Now the stone pain is most gone but I'm left with all the rest of my chronic pain from fibro and my kidneys hurting and I'm almost out of the vicodin they gave me ... I've been taking as little as possible to make it last until my follow up tomorrow. The result is pretty bad. Sleep is horrible, I wake up feeling horrible and the little bit of vicodin I do take is the only reason I can move around and do stuff like, oh I don't know, feed my dogs or make it to the grocery store. Even now if it weren't for the vicodin I took I wouldn't be able to type this.
Anyway - today I went to see a new pain mgmt doc - yep, one actually wants me as a patient. Only problem: the doctor (and I use that term loosely) was a total hack! He wouldn't even talk to me, just basically threw a prescription at me and shoved me out the door. That would be what they call a "pill mill". Not what I want AT ALL! I want to get better - I want someone to talk to me about ways to feel better like supplements, stretches, diet, anything! And the prescription was just for the fentanyl patch 12 mcg... I was on 25 mcg before. But ok, let's say the patch helps the kidney pain - but what about the fibromyalgia? The patch doesn't do much for that. I still have some Gabapentin but this "doctor" didn't even mention fibro treatment in ANY way. What about breakthrough pain? What if I need lithotripsy again (the urologist said I might need it)... the deal with this pain doc is that I can't get ANY pain meds from any other doctor. So I asked "what do I do if I need more help?" His answer? Just take the vicodin you already have. I have THREE left! I told him that and he just walked away! Walked AWAY!
So yeah, that doctor sucks. I didn't even bother filling the prescription - no way am I staying with this doctor and what's the point of getting more patches when I may have to get off them all over again? If I'd gotten them before I'd run out then sure that would be helpful but now it's just a whole hornet's nest of trouble. I have a follow up appt with my urologist tomorrow - I'm going to ask him what he thinks I should do. Maybe I just need a better PCP - one who will actually help me. I just feel like such a mess. I have no money, no prospects, and whole lot of pain. My dad wants to talk to me about what's going to happen when my lease runs out. As in, where I'll live, what happens to my dogs, etc. I explained that even if I could get a job right now I wouldn't be able to work, heck I can barely walk right now! He understood that but said I still need to figure out where I'm going to live with no money and bad health. So here are my options - live with my crazy mother (I'm not exaggerating - she is bad off) and fight constantly and end up taking care of her because she's just kind of a mess... or, live with my dad and hear every day how I need to get my act together so I can work and pay him back - and probably get lots of lectures about how I wouldn't be in my situation if it weren't for my "choices." In both scenarios I will have to give up my dogs - neither parent wants them around. I love my dogs SO freaking much! SOOO much! They are the only comfort I have right now (well, other than my friends and you guys and my dad who as gruff as he may be is actually being very helpful). I love them so much but I'll have to give them up in a few months if I don't magically get money and better health by then.
I did file for disability and should hear back next month. I'll most likely get denied (that's just how it works) and have to go through an appeal process that could take a year or more. My mom talks about me getting an apt near her - there's these apts that only talk old or disabled ppl. It's super cheap too - but I won't have disability in time. I tell her that and she just says "oh well I prayed for it and I know you'll have disability by then"... don't get me wrong, I so believe in prayer but I also don't think it's like a magic wish dealie. I'd love to believe it will all work out and the stars will align and I can keep my dogs and live on my own but the closer I get to the end of unemployment and my lease, the more terrified I am. This of course doesn't help my health problems and just everything is so freaking overwhelming!
Sorry for the long ramble - just had to vent. I just feel so lost.... and really, really depressed.