What a fucking day!
My back went out again a couple of days ago, and got worse all weekend. Finally Monday rolled around, and I made an app with my doctor for tues morning. However the pain was really bad, so the nurse suggested I go to urgent care.
So I go to urgent care, and after a half hour wait I get in to see the MD and explain the situation. I think maybe he thought I was just drug seeking, nothing he said or anything, just a feeling. Anyway, he gets all concerned because of where the pain is (about midback up to just below the scapula) and it's proximity to several vital organs, and wants to run a bunch of tests. I figure what the hell, I have insurance, and he just might actually find out what's causing this pain to recur.
SO first I have to pee in a cup. Then the MD's like uh oh "you're blood sugar is a little high. We need to do a full blood draw for diabetes and liver enzyme testing. Then he orders an ekg, (he never did tell me why), and a bunch of upper torso xrays.
Watching the blood draw was cool as usual, and the ekg was pointless (it came back normal), and I had to wait 3 fucking hours for the blood tests and xrays to get analyzed. Meanwhile, it's WAY past my bedtime, and if it weren't for the constant pain I would have just passed out in my chair.
Eventually, I get to see the MD again. Turns out I am pre diabetic. What doe's that mean? I have to watch what I eat and lose weight, and this time really do it instead of blowing the MD off which is what I usually do. And I have to try and stay away from acetaminophen. Which is a huge part of Vicodin. Which is why I was there in the first place. Fuck.
So he gives me another version of hydrocodone with a smaller dose of acetaminophen, and tells me that I have to have my gall bladder and pancreas ultra sounded(sp?), because they might be causing the back pain. Oh well, good thing I made that appointment tomorrow.
So of course diana_might gets upset when I tell her that I'm pre-diabetic, but we talk about it and the lifestyle changes really aren't that bad and will be good for both of us. Figures she had just made chocolate chip cookies though.
Ah well
So I go to urgent care, and after a half hour wait I get in to see the MD and explain the situation. I think maybe he thought I was just drug seeking, nothing he said or anything, just a feeling. Anyway, he gets all concerned because of where the pain is (about midback up to just below the scapula) and it's proximity to several vital organs, and wants to run a bunch of tests. I figure what the hell, I have insurance, and he just might actually find out what's causing this pain to recur.
SO first I have to pee in a cup. Then the MD's like uh oh "you're blood sugar is a little high. We need to do a full blood draw for diabetes and liver enzyme testing. Then he orders an ekg, (he never did tell me why), and a bunch of upper torso xrays.
Watching the blood draw was cool as usual, and the ekg was pointless (it came back normal), and I had to wait 3 fucking hours for the blood tests and xrays to get analyzed. Meanwhile, it's WAY past my bedtime, and if it weren't for the constant pain I would have just passed out in my chair.
Eventually, I get to see the MD again. Turns out I am pre diabetic. What doe's that mean? I have to watch what I eat and lose weight, and this time really do it instead of blowing the MD off which is what I usually do. And I have to try and stay away from acetaminophen. Which is a huge part of Vicodin. Which is why I was there in the first place. Fuck.
So he gives me another version of hydrocodone with a smaller dose of acetaminophen, and tells me that I have to have my gall bladder and pancreas ultra sounded(sp?), because they might be causing the back pain. Oh well, good thing I made that appointment tomorrow.
So of course diana_might gets upset when I tell her that I'm pre-diabetic, but we talk about it and the lifestyle changes really aren't that bad and will be good for both of us. Figures she had just made chocolate chip cookies though.
Ah well