Pain Quack

What a crock. He's reducing my Prozac dose.  I told him I was severely depressed.  I told him I cry every day all day for no apparent reason at all (well, other than I'm depressed).  He thinks it's keeping me from sleeping.  Dammit to Hell, I went there for intolerable pain, not for sleep deprivation. He wants to see me in 4 weeks.  He said they work on one drug at a time.  Fuck him.

Tomorrow I see the heart doc again to find out about any impending doom. I get the results of the hurty screamy echo test and the thallium stress test. The last time I was at this point, they ordered a cardiac cath to find out exactly where the impending doom was, and 3 days later I was having a bypass. *sigh*

I am also complaining about this Dr. Blotner character, the Pain Specialist, who apparently is of the belief that taking away an antidepressant is the same as prescribing an analgesic.  All I know is I cannot wait 4 weeks for a pain script.  SOMEBODY is gonna have to get off their ass and write one for me, and it better happen...um....7 pills from now. 

Incidentally, it pisses me off that prescription refills have to go right down to the wire.  Dammit one or two days is not gonna make a rats ass in terms of dosing, but it sure as hell can make a big difference in planning a car ride or a delivery or a pickup.  I HATE the stupid drug industry in all its various guises.