I thought I was being so smart before we left in the spring for home. I did a lot of research on a list of referrals for Dr.'s that I had gotten from various sources. Decided on the one that looked best to me and set up an appointment to meet him. We discussed all the issues I have with post polio and such and decided we would be a good match. Felt very proud of myself.
So when I went to see him last week fully expecting he would be able to help me with my pain issues. Unfortunately he informed me he does not handle chronic pain, say what, he doesn't handle chronic pain? He doesn't expect a 62 year old post polio women who has a fused ankle and knee to have pain problems?
So, he says, no worries, I have just the guy for you, he deals exclusively in chronic pain, he will be just what you need.
So I say ok, that's fine, I will call and make an appointment. So I call, they are very nice, they take all my information on the phone, we get the appointment made and the person on the phone says, now what joint are you having a problem with? I say, all of them, she says all of them? I say again all of them, now remember I have already told her the sad story of becoming allergic to the Nsaids, and taking the narcotics, and she says I'm sorry we can't help you, we only do injections on individual joints. I reminded her I told her about the drugs and she said, oh we only give them to you short term, until we inject, sorry we can't help you.
I am starting to lose it a bit by now. But she interrupts my mini rant and says I have just the person for you, let me give you their number and proceeds to rattle off a number. I say is this a group of doctors? She says, oh no this isn't a Dr., this is a physicians assistant/nurse. Now I am thinking, I am scared to death to be taking these drugs and now I am going to rely on a nurse (no offense to nurses, really, I love nurses) not going to happen, I want a Dr. who is a specialist in pain management.
I politely say thank you and hang up and then proceed to have a major meltdown. I mean major, crying, yelling, the whole nine yard.
After I calm down, I call the first Dr. back and explain that his referral did not work out. They called me back later in the day with another referral to a pain clinic with two Dr.s. So after I research them, I give them a call and make an appointment, doing my best to make sure they understand what I need. I am going next Thursday, all a can say is wish me luck.
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