A lifetime of pain...
So today I find out that my knee problem is permanent...the bones in my leg do not fit properly into my knee socket. So I started physical therapy today and I start pain management as soon as possible. I'm very glad I no longer have to see Dr. Arzadon, who is a total asshole. He makes me feel like I am completely making up my pain, just to be perscribed medication. I could care less about medication...I actually hate it, because it gives false hopes of the pain going away. But this doctor makes me feel like I only come in to be perscribed vicodin. Yet he ups my dosage. What a fucking prick. I told him where he could shove his little Rx pad today, and he immediatly apologized for not believing me and wrote me a Rx and gave me a referall for pain management. PT is really cool. It's actually very social. There are private rooms for some types of therapy, but there's also a big main room, where most people choose to go and do their exercises and therapy. All the patients and therapists talk to one another between the one on one instructions and everyone is involved in all the conversations (excluding the patient-therapist coversations.) It's really like a PT community. I like it. And my therapist is really cool. She lives in a town near by mine, and we travel the same way and go to the same grocery store. She makes me feel really comfortable and distracts me from the painful parts. One of the patients is a cop, and he made it clear that he could help to get the therapists and patients out of certain traffic tickets. I'm still waiting to get the court date for my ticket (passing in a noB passing zone.) Total bullshit charge. But whatever. Tomorrow I'm going to the Job Op and am going to apply for some desk jobs...that way my knee wont be a problem. Me, playing dress up and being a secretary again...how lovely! I'm the complete opposite of a kahki clad pump wearing girl...but I can pretend. Maybe this will be the start of something good...Don't you agree?