Make all the lesbians scream
I visited a doctor yesterday in the hopes that he could cure my ailing back. He actively listened to the whole rigumaroll with the problems I've had, nodding and following everything I said with "OK." He first suggested that I get an MRI at the local hospital because he had never heard of someone having such chronic and constant pain from a muscle-based injury. Hmmm, I can tell you right now that it's not a slipped or herniated disk. I've been dealing with this pain for close to a year now and I know that its muscular. Then he started the whole "I-really-don't-know-what-to-tell-you" speech which always puts me in the finest of moods. If there's one thing doctor's say that makes me want to inflict physical pain it's "I have absolutely know idea what's wrong with you." Fuck you man. That really builds my psyche when I hear that.
So anyway, he prescribed a 12 day course of steroids because apparently that's the only thing that curbs the inflammation. At least it did when the ER doc gave it to me when she mistook my chemical burn for an allergic reaction. Fucktard. When he offered me this I remarked that I cannot sleep when on steroids to save my life. He said that he'd prescribe darvecet for me and it should help with that. I have taken two of these narcotic based pills and have no tiredness to show for it. I was excited at first but now I feel really ripped off and kinda pissed. I start another round of funtastical physical therapy next week and I just can't wait. I'll punch that bitch in the face if she hurts me like she did before. Don't let the therapy part fool you, there's nothing therapeutic about it. At least in the "this feels great" sense of the word.
I am literally back where I started when this whole fucking thing happened. Argh. At least I know what's going to hapen this time around. And I have the emotional capacity to deal with this heaping pile of poo.
So anyway, he prescribed a 12 day course of steroids because apparently that's the only thing that curbs the inflammation. At least it did when the ER doc gave it to me when she mistook my chemical burn for an allergic reaction. Fucktard. When he offered me this I remarked that I cannot sleep when on steroids to save my life. He said that he'd prescribe darvecet for me and it should help with that. I have taken two of these narcotic based pills and have no tiredness to show for it. I was excited at first but now I feel really ripped off and kinda pissed. I start another round of funtastical physical therapy next week and I just can't wait. I'll punch that bitch in the face if she hurts me like she did before. Don't let the therapy part fool you, there's nothing therapeutic about it. At least in the "this feels great" sense of the word.
I am literally back where I started when this whole fucking thing happened. Argh. At least I know what's going to hapen this time around. And I have the emotional capacity to deal with this heaping pile of poo.