My turn ...
As some of ya know my back is going out on me. I can be standing then as I start to move I'll collapse as if you turned off a switch holding me up. No warning just boom! as I did Friday night in the hallway.
Well I got an MRI 8/10/07 that showed I have 2 crushed disc and also a dislocated shoulder muscle. Here's how it's been going ...
7/26 I put a brake line on my truck
7/27 7am I couldn't lift my right arm and my left thumb was so painful I couldn't dent the skin on the tip of my thumb because it felt like the joint at the palm was shattered it hurt so bad so I went to the local horsepital and sat in the ER for 50 minutes and was never seen so I walked out and gave them a few choice words at their little meeting place. My back was hurting to where I couldn't hardly walk but I headed for the door. As I was going through the door I was met by 2 Glock tote'n guards that spread out to the left and right of me. I kept walking and dared them to touch me. I was in the frame of mind that if they did somebody was going to be seriously hurt ... I think the first one would have been one of them.
7/27 8am I went to a new doctor's office (doc "A") and told his receptionist my story. She said my thumb looked inflamed (DUH) and made me an appointment for the next Monday.
7/30 I seen doc "A" , a neurosurgeon and we talked and he asked when I had my last MRI. I said never in the 21 1/2 years that I've had back trouble. He gave me a cortisone shot in the shoulder.
8/3 I go back 'cause the shot hasn't helped so he gives me another. 2 cortisone shots in 5 days. My shoulder locked up on me as I was making a turn driving home and I damn near wrecked.
9/10 I get my MRI. They had to lift me up off the table as I had been flat to long and my back wouldn't work. I was at the point of yelling out that I'd had enough and get up just as he opened the door and came in telling me it was over.
9/17 He sees me about the results. "I can't do anything to help you, go see your family doc" Well can you give me something else for the pain? "No" Well can you make me an appointment for the pain clinic? "No, go to your family doc". "Let me give you another shot" NO!
9/20 I go see my family doc (doc "B")
He doesn't want to get "involved" with the pain clinic. He gives me some prescription aspirin ... I ask him to make me an appointment at the UK Hospital Neurology department.
9/24 I go up the interstate 96 miles and see another surgeon (doc "C"). He looks over my MRI and says he can't help me. He throws in the fact that I have a lot of arthritis and my age blah blah. He rotates my right arm around and said it hadn't gone into my neck ... he should have been with me 40 minutes later when it did thanks to him and it is still there. Now my neck is grinding and crunching when I turn my head a lot more than it ever did. I ask him to send me to the pain clinic that's 8 miles from my house. I ask him if he could give me something for the pain ... he gave me muscle relaxer... didn't help, not even a triple dose !
I stopped in at HOOTERS and had some hot buffalo shrimp and a couple of long cold ones and some attention from the cutie waiting the table... it was looking like the day might get better. I told her she had cold hands and she slapped one down on my right shoulder ... yep the day was ending just like it had been going. Damn that hurt!
10/16 I got a call from the pain clinic ... "I'm sorry but we aren't taking any new patients for the rest of the year as we're booked until February. We are changing our payments to CASH ONLY, no insurance starting 1/1/08."
Horsepital = no help
doc "A" = no help
doc "B" = no help
doc "C" = no help
pain clinic = no help (I think the DEA needs to check into the pain clinic ... nothing but cash?)
I'm in constant pain and I'm getting worse and can't get any farkin help no where I go.
It took me 2.5 hours to mow my front yard Saturday , a 40 minute job. I had to go real slow because I couldn't take the jolts and bumps. All day Saturday I could feel that little feeling that if I moved I was going to be sorry.
Now then, doc "B" is under investigation by the cops for taking kick backs on his pill scripts so that's why he didn't want to get involved. Since I called his receptionist a bitch I received a certified letter telling me not to come back. I told her I wouldn't be back ... but I will have a lawyer get my records , not copies but the originals.
I'm not a happy camper.
Now don't ask me about the $1063 I spent on building a HTPC.
