I LOVE Being Wrong!
As I wrote in my last entry, I was about to begin the process of assimilating myself into an entirely new facility to obtain the pain management care I need to get by, and I was mighty apprehensive. We see frequent reports of pain patients being dropped by their doctors, being cut off from the ability to obtain the drugs they need, or even assaulted, kidnapped and caged by the Law Enforcement arm of the State.
I was forced to make the transition because the DEA had descended upon my primary care physician and the pain management specialist he retains, threatening to pull everyones’ professional certificates for the heinous non-crime of prescribing the meds their patients need, of actually caring for them as their occupations require. After seeing many ugly stories on the War on Pain Patients, needless to say I wasn’t expecting a pleasant time in dealing with this new facility.
How I enjoyed finding my apprehension was nothing but vaporous fears!
Everything went smoothly, from the desk person who took my paperwork, to the intake nurse, to the first meeting with my new pain management specialist and consulting physician. I wasn’t treated like mild on a Petri dish, nor was I interrogated about suicidal tendencies or whether I was a gun owner, unlike a bunch of other medical people I’ve encountered. They actually listened to my history, and surprised me when they heard about the monstrous neurologist who diagnosed me quickly but then turned on me and tried to make a compliant research subject out of me…including attempted blackmail…with their knowing acceptance of his behavior as I related to them. Evidently criminal doctors are more commonplace than I’d expected!
As to continuing the pain management regimen my previous pain management specialist and I had worked up over the past few years, my new advisors understood my aversion to altering it or worse, substituting any of Big Pharma’s substitutes that usually have a long list of unpleasant side effects associated with them.
They even expressed their willingness to accomodate me, once I’ve become fully involved with the facility over a few months’ time, in only requiring me to appear every two months to refill my prescriptions. For a healthy person it’d be no big deal, but until this fundraiser’s completed, my Honda modified and my freedom of movement restored, remember I have to use a disabled taxi to get places. It isn’t overpriced at all, but it ain’t cheap.
All things considered, this visit was a win in every area given my limitations. With all of the verifiable troubles heaped on the disabled I don’t feel silly about preparing myself for a potentially unpleasant ordeal, but I sure was glad to find my fears unfounded in this case. Sorry it took a couple of days to make my report, but the stress and effort of this outing knocked me on my butt. I slept for nearly 12 hours Thursday night, and it took another day just to get back to my ‘normal’ energy level and get to the recounting of the adventure.
This has been useful in its way though, one more example of my need for mobility and independence that only a suitable wheelchair accessible vehicle will bring back to my life, and I do hope that folks will consider how easily this can be accomplished with enough people making small donations to my cause. Don’t forget, anyone contributing $4 or more will receive the four song thank you package as an added incentive…so please drop whatever you can spare in the kitty. I can’t wait for this to be done so I can quit being a public pest soliciting donations and get down to the business of promoting liberty out in my local world or further!
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