So yesterday was one of the most difficult days I have had in a long while as I once again was witness to the ignorance of the medical proffession and the frustration of really holding no power in my own care.

I went to the Dr. in order to follow up on my car accident injury. When I arrived I was asked to come up to reception.... I have never been overly found of the reception at my Dr's office. In fact, I have not been hugely impressed with my Dr. either, but he was an improvement from my last, and since there are no Dr's taking patience, I took him in an instant over the old GP. Since most of my care is done by specialists and the only thing my GP is typically for is referals.

Reception informed me that my last visit was turned down my MSP. I didn't understand.. .Chris has been paying MSP monthly since the day he started with the military and it made no sense. The receptionist was adamant that I had no coverage and that I was going to have to pay for my last visit. I was really upset with her attitude and the way she was drilling into me. I asked for MSPs # and went back to wait for my appointment. I told her it is an ICBC appointment so it wasn't an issue for this visit anyways.

So, I go into the appointment to face one of my Dr's less pleseant moods. We go over my progress and he is fairly snippy throughout the appointment. At the end, after her has written me to work 3 hours, one day a week, and referred me for physio, I ask him if he can give me a refil on my percosets.

Now for background purposes... I was prescribed percosets after my chronic pain outburst last March. I was given a prescription for 50 and those lasted me right through into June. In June, 4 months later, I was represcribed another 50 tabs to prevent the chronic pain as well as for my injury from the car accident. I don't take them very often because I have never enjoyed they way I feel on them, and they make me severely nauseous, so I have to take Gravol with them, the end result being my being lethargic and tired.. But when I am in the amount of pain I am in when I need them, It is all I can do to get through. On at least 4 or 5 occassions, those have prevented me trips to the ER.

So my Dr. informs me that after extensive testing, they have decided that opiates do not help anymore than advil... So I explain to him that since my brain surgery, tylenol and advil don;t do anything for me other than get me through a tooth ache... I have to take t3's or 292's just to get rid of a freaking headache... Well apparently he has decided I am not getting anything anymore...
Thankfully I was smart enough to ask for the refill before I ran out, so I still have enough to get me through until I dcan actually go talk to someone who gives a crap how I manage.. If I am not able to manage my own pain, then they midas well put a bed aside for me at the ER, and honestly, I don't ever want to get as bad as I did last time... I have been able to prevent my pain from becoming excessive the past 8 months, but now, once again I am in a position where my pain is in control.

The most frustrating part is, I use these medications with caution and responsibility for real ailment and because of users and abusers, I am treated like a druggie. I love how a Dr. who doesn't even know what my disease is.. Can judge my issues.

So then I leave, very upset, and as I am walking out of the dr's room, the receptionist starts walking beside me and staring at me... So I look over at her and tell her that I will call her after I speak to MSP and she tells me I can't leave without paying for my last appointment. So Chris realizes what's going on and explains to her that there must be an error somehow because it comes right off his cheque, so she starts to argue with him.. Well by this point I am crying and I flip out on her and tell her FINE.. I WILL SIT IN THIS DAMN OFFICE UNTIL I GET THEM ON THE PHONE....
Well her and chris continue talking and I am sitting there on hold with fricken MSP for like 20 minutes before I have to go outside to get air.. Chris comes out after me and he has managed to talk the receptionist down and we leave. I was on hold with MSP for an hour that time, and then called again after lunch and again was on hold for an hour... I gave up...

Today I had to take Sam to Children's hospital so was not able to call again.. so now I have to deal with that on Tuesday.. but I am out of prescriptions and have an appointment on Tuesday, so I am not sure how that is going to work.. plus I have a specialist appointment next week and MRI's at the end of the month.. so I need my coverage in place! I am so upset by the whole damn appointment that I don't even know where to start....

Chris has got a REALLY bad cold and has slept for the past two days... I am sick too, but not even close to him.. I have been doing all the running around alone, Sam and I have gotten alot of alone time.. Yesterday we went to Starbucks and has a latte and chocolate chip cookie and did the word scramble and gossiped... The timing was pretty perfect as Sam officiallyt became a "WOMAN" on Wednesday, so I am hoping it has helped with the awkwardness of it all... Then today she had a Neurologist appointment, so we went out to that alone...

The appointment went really well.. She has a bit of loss of sensitivity in her feet, but like Katarina's weird babinsky reflex, it could just be a thing.. I know she has really poor circulation, so maybe that is all it is... The neurologist wants to do MRI's instead of CT's for routine scanning which is good because it is less radiation and more detailed, but most do the CT instead to save money, so I am excited about that. After her appointment we went to the thrift shop at Childrens and found sam a really cute skirt and a pair of leather knee high boots that didn't even look like they had been worn.. both for $10! Then we grabbed Subway for lunch and drove home with blaring tunes, singing away.

I came home in time to have a super fast nap, then pick up boo, get her to dance, come home, have dinner, pick her up, drop her at home, go to work... I worked three hours and came home feeling like I worked 10! Tonight would have been a percocet night foresure, but since I know have to savour my last bit, I am instead trying to take an extra sedative to get to sleep with all the pain. I guess it is ok to over sedate myself, but not to take a percocet..

So we are supposed to be going for three turkey dinners, but with Chris this way, I am assuming we will not be going to his sisters tomorrow. I will go on Sunday with or without him to Shelley and Dad's, and then Monday, we are doing something pretty neat.. My step sister and I have reconnected in the past several months, and as of last week, she has reconnected with my step dad too... so we are all going to have Thanksgiving together at her house. I am pretty excited.. I think Dad will be very happy!

Well, I am hoping these pills have kicked in.. I am feeling extremely sore, but tired, so I am going to try and get some rest...