So, last Wednesday my doc switched my pain med, because my current prescription wasn’t doing enough, anymore. As in a full week ago. Between Wednesday and Monday, I called the pharmacy several times, the insurance company, and my doctor’s office a couple of times, because it needed a “pre-authorization”. Finally, on Monday, the insurance company decided I couldn’t have that switch, apparently because of money.
In the meantime, I ran out of the medicine I was on (well, ok, my last one was Tuesday night). Tuesday morning, my doctor’s office called to say the insurance denied the switch, and offered me something else. Of course, I took it. Except it felt like I’d taken nothing. It reminded me of those days a few months ago when someone stole a bunch of my pain pills, and I ended up having to go 3 days completely without them, after having cut back when I realized I was running out.
So, after trying again with it this morning, I called my doc’s office to let them know it wasn’t enough. I thought I was gonna die at work today. I actually realized about 1 pm that I did have 1 pain med left, but it only took the edge off.
I finally got a call telling me it was ok to adjust my meds, and how.
So, I think I’m gonna be ok. But, if I have to go through another day like this, I don’t think I can work anymore. And I really, really want to finish up my project in the week I have left (February 1 is my last day on the contract, unrelated to my illness. And I still have a job, my company rocks and I’m an employee to them, not a contractor).
I felt like I was almost out of pain earlier, but now it’s back and twisting into my shoulder. Another 2 hours. That’s all, until I can do something to fix it, and be on schedule.
I’m trying to focus on when it gets better. Like in 2 hours, that’s 2 episodes of Battlestar Galactica until then. Less than 3 weeks till surgery. In 3 weeks, I’ll be waking up with a zipper up the back of my head, and high hopes that all of these things I’m going through today will soon be over. I really want that 3 weeks to get here. But I need those 2 hours to get here, and fast. Mom (who is an RN) has always given me the advice, when dealing with pain, that it’s better to keep it under control in the first place, than to have to try to bring it back down. Once I have it under control it’ll all be ok, right? Right.
I’m trying to think about everything else until then. Like, what are my sister’s plans to get here? I think I’ll know by this weekend. And will I be coherent the day after surgery? Who will visit me? What will I remember? If I’m gonna be a true Dori for a few days, I really ought to save the last few episodes of Battlestar Galactica for those days – the joy of discovering what happens, over and over, that would make me happy, right? Will I be able to lift my head to a good position to read books at first? Ok, those are all the questions I have for myself for the moment. Now to engross myself with Battlestar Galactica for just a little longer.
