Thursday, May 31, 2012

FUCK I HATE PAIN

For those of you who have not kept up (what's the DEAL WITH YOU PEOPLE, can't you FOCUS) I've got bone spurs in my shoulder again.

No, that's not right. I've got bone spurs, again, in a different shoulder. The other shoulder.

Whatever. I'm in too much fucking pain to be coherent. Or to spell, apparently. This fucking spell check keeps getting sassy with me.

I've got a medical appointment with my doctor for June 14, with is approximately an eternity from now, but I'm fairly certain I will be given insufficient pain meds, if I get given any pain meds at all, because that's how Arkansas is with pain drugs these days.

I know, from the last time this happened, that after I have surgery, the pain will, after the six or seven weeks of healing it takes, go away. So -- what are we talking? Two weeks to the appointment, a month or two for the requisite tests, a month or two to schedule the surgery, about two months to recover...

Yeah. An eternity of this.

Then I'll be fine.

I actually was doing all right until this afternoon -- I was planning to hold out until January, when our medical savings kicked over. But I was shutting the door of the car to come home and turned my arm funny and OH MY CHRIST, I don't know what I did, but something popped and tore in my shoulder and so much for that plan.

In case I haven't mentioned it lately, let me remind you: I hate American health care.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

When they ask the question about where your pain level is on a scale of 0-10, never say less than 5 or you get tylenol. Because all chronic pain patients are addicts and they don't want to encourage you to think relief is truly possible. --L

delagar said...

God, that's the flat truth.