Antbuggery, I have actually been in that position, that is one of my rants.
For the last 3 years my life has revolved around narcotis of one type or another. A year of vicoden, 2 years of loritab, and now percoset. My doctor only permits me 4 pills per day. That's nice, but what about
when I have bad days and 1 lil pill does squat for my pain levels?! So I double up, also because I develop a tolerance and next thing I know I have a refill for my perscript
ion but the pharmacy is refusing to fill it. "But I /need/ these pills!" I'm sorry, your insurance won't cover them. "I'll pay cash!!" Sorry, narcotics are carefully monitered. You should still have some according to your doseage count. "But I had a few bad days! What was I supposed to do? Lay down and alternate between crying and screaming in pain all day long or take another pill? I'm a single Mom, I can't afford to get so dramatically derailed!" All because doctors are so free with their pain pill perscript
ions. All because people exploit doctors who are so free with their pain pill perscritions, who then use those pills either as a cheap high or a source of income. And do you know what the real horror was.... ***************************************************
whole week without ANY meds! Now I count my pills. I skimp where I can, but I also continue every month to argue with my Doctor about
upping my limit so I have that buffer for bad days.
I'm permanently disabled and in chronic pain, but would someone please tell me why the hell I had to endure 10 months of grueling hell?! As soon as my SSD kicked in, in Feb of 2010 I lost my state Medicaid. This wouldn't have been an issue except for the fact that my disability insurance didn't take effect till 11/2010. I went 10 months with NO insurance. Now I don't know about
the rest of you, but thanks to those stupid rules on narcotics I'm supposed to go see my doctor every month to get a perscript
ion for my drugs. This means a doctor visit outta my pocket, and the cost of my narcotics outta my pocket. It also meant any other means of treatment had to be totally suspended due to no insurance. Why hasn't someone higher up caught on to this issue and went "Hey, this is pretty stupid, we need ta fix this!"?
And while I'm talking about
my doctor he seriously peeved me off a few months back. November 2009 he was able to finally determine what was wrong with me, and my only course of treatment; hopefully. So when my insurance finally did kick in a year later (Medicaid wouldn't cover the procedure so I had to wait for my Medicare to take effect) my doctor told me he didn't want to do my surgery till I had secondary insurance. Wait a minute, weren't you the man that just last year said I had this terrible condition that would only get worse and my only options were narcotics and a spinal stim unit, now you're telling me you're NOT willing to do it unless I get secondary insurance?! Please go out and make yourself familiar with the law; in the state of Nevada if you are under 65 you do NOT qualify for MediGap!!
When I first heard that the life I knew was gone, that I was permanently disabled I wanted to cry. I went to a good friend of mine and said to him: I'm a 36 year old single mom who's permanently disabled with chronic pain. Who will ever want me, what do I have to offer? My friends tried to encourage me and when a guy did step into my life everyone was so hopeful. He said he understood, he said he cared, he was so calm... and as soon as we were married he started to scream at me. All the time, every little thing upset him, but nothing quite so much as my condition. The first time I was in so much pain he couldn't even touch me he started ranting and raving at the top of his lungs about
how I needed to give up everything I enjoyed doing because I needed to stop putting myself in pain, because he was misserable, his world was coming to an end because he couldn't hold his wife. What happened to he understood? Suddenly I must give up everything for his happiness, ta hell with the fact that I was hurting, what happened to understanding, caring, and sympathy? It wasn't long after that blow up that he suggested seperation and then instantly went out and got the divorce papers. I've heard from others that it was all my fault, I used him, I was a control freak, I made him misserable...
That's right up there with the guy I was dating when this all started yelling at me infront of my kid's school about
how I was a hypochondriac and that I was faking it, that I was fine, that I was just being lazy so I could have an excuse not to work, that there was nothing wrong with me.
Gee, just like that workman's comp doctor who said "I can't find anything wrong with you, there for you're fine."
Maybe some day I'll cease to be angery about
these things... at least I do finally have my Medicare. I did get my doctor to agree that regardless the bills I'll be saddled with he will do my surgery. Yah the exboyfriend went out and got married to some girl two months after he left me, but the exhusband lives next door, and I doubt they'll ever do anything about
the narcotic issue. All I can do is hope I never run out again.
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