yes, crying makes the pain much worse...
Jan. 28th, 2002 12:14 pmboy has been on and off the phone with the doctor's office since 8:30am. first, they told him to take me to the ER. when he said we'd already been to the ER TWICE since the doc last saw me, they didn't believe him. they said i needed to go to the ER since i was experiencing chest pain. yeah, i did that.
i'm not going back. i refuse to sit in there IN PAIN for four hours, being exposed to latex dust in the ventilation system and listening to people retch and scream. i can't take being surrounded by that much pain and misery.
he called the office back, begging for an emergency appointment... they've done this before... why not now?
they called him back, said they could fit me in at 3:30 tomorrow...
so he asked if they'd prescribe some pain meds to carry me through until tomorrow (5-6 darvocet would probably do the trick, though i'd prefer something that would let me sleep for more than four hours at a stretch). they said that they wouldn't do that without seeing me.
o_O
and then they said they needed my records from the ER for proof that i'd been there.
i really hope that i don't have to make another ER visit. i hate going and asking for pain meds... makes me look like an addict. and it's a 25 dollar co-pay, to boot. tom and i have made FIVE er visits in january. more than we've ever made in our lives... it's getting expensive.
i'm pissed that i didn't get an appt last week (after the first ER experience) after calling her for two days... and i'm pissed that i can't get one today...
boy's coming home now so that we can find all the ER documentation (i'm still pretty sure i already gave the doc the first set, but we don't know) and find someplace to fax it from... kinko's or back at boy's office...
off to see if i can peel off the prescription pill labels so i can fax proof of THOSE, too. this is ridiculous. i hate my doctor's desk staff.
i'm suffering from too much bad sleep, so my body temperature is hovering around 96F... i'm sicker than i can remember being in years... and i just want my mom or boy... and crying is NOT helping.. just makes my chest hurt more...
i'm not going back. i refuse to sit in there IN PAIN for four hours, being exposed to latex dust in the ventilation system and listening to people retch and scream. i can't take being surrounded by that much pain and misery.
he called the office back, begging for an emergency appointment... they've done this before... why not now?
they called him back, said they could fit me in at 3:30 tomorrow...
so he asked if they'd prescribe some pain meds to carry me through until tomorrow (5-6 darvocet would probably do the trick, though i'd prefer something that would let me sleep for more than four hours at a stretch). they said that they wouldn't do that without seeing me.
o_O
and then they said they needed my records from the ER for proof that i'd been there.
i really hope that i don't have to make another ER visit. i hate going and asking for pain meds... makes me look like an addict. and it's a 25 dollar co-pay, to boot. tom and i have made FIVE er visits in january. more than we've ever made in our lives... it's getting expensive.
i'm pissed that i didn't get an appt last week (after the first ER experience) after calling her for two days... and i'm pissed that i can't get one today...
boy's coming home now so that we can find all the ER documentation (i'm still pretty sure i already gave the doc the first set, but we don't know) and find someplace to fax it from... kinko's or back at boy's office...
off to see if i can peel off the prescription pill labels so i can fax proof of THOSE, too. this is ridiculous. i hate my doctor's desk staff.
i'm suffering from too much bad sleep, so my body temperature is hovering around 96F... i'm sicker than i can remember being in years... and i just want my mom or boy... and crying is NOT helping.. just makes my chest hurt more...