Hello Daniel m my poor dear boy...
Thanks for your kind words Kathy. Real quick, I know what it's like to have insomnia. (Talking about
this on another forum believe it or not...I'm a medical mess what can I say? :P) After I was given a clean bill of health by Junior Year, 2nd Semester, 2 weeks before I was to start my Senior year of high school, I had my first epileptic episode and was put on a medication (2nd kind) that sometimes causes slight insomnia. Go figure it's 2:21am here now (Colorado)
Er, guess I didn't feel like spilling out every detail about
my ordeal. This all started back in '06 and wasn't resolved fully until '09. I had a total of 7 surgeries between '06 and '08, 6 of those surgeries landing smack-dab in the middle of school. The first 2 were a total failure and if anything, those 2 were border-line torture if not inhumane. Luckily for me that doctor got called away to California to become Chief of Surgeon. I was then pointed to another doctor who specialized a little more in cases like me and through Doctor #2 I through 3 surgeries. Now don't get me wrong, he had every good intention, but when ever he would think he got it all, through the notes of my nurses that visited my home (they were awesome, I actually kind of miss them) they would see that the wound was more extensive than they thought. By the time I had my 3rd operation with Doc #2, he looked at me seriously and said that this was out of his reach and he referred me to Doc #3 who was a plastic surgeon. Doc #3 was stone-hard set on getting me back to "normal" (as if I ever was normal haha) and couldn't believe what the other 2 doctors did to me. His surgery, the 6th one, may have been the most drastic but it finally brought my infectious wound under control. By November of 08' I was for the most part out of the woods. I just needed to go through one last "touch up" surgery because there was just a stubborn little hole that didn't want to close on it's own. By about
Feb of '09 I was given a complete bill of health but by then the damage was already done.
As for the whole pain killer issue, when I broke down like that, my nurse, a fiery lady, got in touch with a doctor that was on call at the time who could talk to me over the phone about
filling in a new order for my pain medication since my doctor/surgeon was out of town for the rest of the week. When he asked me why I needed it, I guess he didn't believe me that I needed it simply for a dressing change. He said in a fairly rude tone, "Well I can't help you kid!" and hung up on me. He then turned around and called my nurse (she was at her office during all of this) and said that he couldn't help me and that I was probably just a junkie looking to get some more "candy." She almost lost it herself and was actually thinking about
reporting that doctor. Anyways~
I'm 19 now, yet I feel as though I might as well be in my mid 20's if not 30's. My social life for the most part was shot to hell because I spent almost every waking hour trying to catch up with my school work. I should have failed my Junior year and definitely my Senior year but luckily there were quite a few teachers who had very large hearts. One teacher I had, I had her for my Economics class. I didn't do a single home work assignment and didn't turn in half my essays/projects yet she still passed me with a C. Anyways~
One issue I have with all of this is the fact that I have yet to tell my parents. My mother means well, but she's always seen me as her little baby. I understand where mothers are coming from, but she's stifling to the point where she cries when I mention moving out. She was close to becoming an emotional wreck when my bout of surgeries was coming to an end, and I'd hate to see how she would react if I tell her about
this ever lasting pain.
Second issue I have is that Id on't really have a primary care doctor. Technically I do but it's more an "Office" than an actual doctor. Any time I go there, I always see a new doctor. I can't even remember the last time I saw my "Primary" Doctor in person. One doctor I see every 6 months (I have to take a daily injection of steroids for the fact that I lack a pituitary gland) knows more about
me than any other doctor I've ever had. And he's a very caring doctor but my next appointment with him isn't until mid January but I suppose that if I've waited 3 years to talk to anyone about
this, I can wait 2 more months.
And finally, insurance. Since my Dad was sent home from his tour in the Middle East early due to medical reasons, I no longer have military health insurance (aka Tricare). And while I have Medicaid, more and more doctors are no longer accepting Medicaid. Not only that but, to be honest, I'm not even sure what for doctor I should be looking for. Be it a doctor that specializes in pain problems or just any general Primary Care doctor.
Almost 3am... Should probably hit the sack. Oh speaking of which, when ever the medication induces it's insomnia effect on me, I usually just take a couple Tylenol PMs. Knock me out for a good 8 hours. Wake up slightly groggy but I'd rather wake up slightly groggy and counter it with a big ol' cup of coffee (black please, none of that 10-pounds of sugar, 20 gallons of milk and 3oz of coffee crap from starbucks...) than stumbling around the whole day in a half daze.