Great, apparently I cannot just walk into a pain clinic and be treated. I have to have a referral from either the Cardiologist or the Surgeon. I swear to God, getting the treatment and drugs I need is like pulling teeth...and not those wimpy baby teeth either...I mean those big four-prong molars--the old knee in the chest type pulling of teeth.
I called my Cardiologist's nurse this morning and left a message. I called her twice last week and left a message. She is the one who was supposed to research the incompatibility between Ultram and Prozac. Whatever. If there is a warning label on the damned bottle, I'm pretty sure it's been researched out the ass.
I just want to not hurt. I just want to go to sleep. Then after that, I just want to be left alone. Is that too damned much to ask?
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