A lot has been going on for yours truly in the wilds of the ink mines and out of them. Yesterday was the day for visiting the pain management facility, and I have to admit I was really stressed out about it because I didn’t know what to expect because of all of this KASPER business.
The doctor came in and asked me why I was there and who sent me and what I expected him to do. Straight forward. I told him and he proceeded to tell me what he was going to give me for pain – the same medication I am on – with refills and told me to come back in September. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t ask me any questions about my pain level. He didn’t look at the pain journal I am told I needed to keep other than to flip it open in the middle and glance at it. His comment was, “The numbers are the pain?” Of course the numbers are the pain! Your office told me to keep the darned thing!
There weren’t any blood tests, urine tests, etc. I didn’t even receive a psychological evaluation other than a piece of paper that told me to gauge my mood and answer specific questions in a two-week span. No, I am not depressed. Yes, I have fatigue. No, I don’t feel like harming myself or anyone else. Yes, I always want to do things but can’t because of the pain sometimes…. It was a very unusual doctor’s appointment for me.
Thankfully, The Husband went with me. I have stressed over this appointment for weeks and now that it is over and the results are positive and the necessary hoop jumped through, relieving the pent-up stress appears to be taking the entire day, which means no writing on WHRT, but this means, except for cooking supper – which is very mountain-country – knitting and TV watching will occur.
I believe I will catch another episode of Bedlam.