The cardiologist's nurse actually suggested I get some smoke. I asked if I could get a prescription. Nope, this is not a state in which they hand out prescriptions. Naturally.
Besides, I'm sure smoking would help my heart. She said, "No, silly, you eat it, or take it in a pill." *sigh*
I'm sure IF I could come up with something it wouldn't be in edible form, or pill form for that matter. And I'm not in a brownie baking mood, FFS.
Look, I have a bad heart. My bad heart is not getting better. WTF is the big deal with prescribing narcotics if I'm not gonna get better? WTF is wrong with you people? I HURT, goddammit, I hurt. How much more plain can I be? You can actually look at my chest and visually see where it hurts.
I have to look into hospice care, pending next week's tests. Maybe they won't be so tight with the friggin drugs. This is beyond ridiculous.
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