Jump up, grab the weasel by the throat, and drag him across the desk until his nose is a half-inch away from yours. Then, as loud as you can, scream in his face the following, "OF COURSE I HAVE TO STAY ON PAIN MEDS FOR THE REST OF MY MISERABLE LIFE!!!!! BECAUSE YOU AND ALL YOUR OTHER BUDDIES THE BUTCHERS HAVE CRIPPLED ME FOREVER WITH YOUR HACK JOBS!!!!"
Look, suppose you had surgery with spinal or epidural anesthesia, and there was a terrible accident with the anesthetic that left you paralyzed. (This is a tragic and rare complication that nonetheless DOES happen.) If a few years later some doc looked at you and said "you can't stay in the wheelchair forever, you know," you wouldn't just nod in agreement. You'd tell the f***ing moron to get his head out of his a**!!!
You could do this "doctor continuing education" service yourself, or maybe your husband could do it. (Your husband wouldn't happen to be 6'6" and 250lbs, would he? cathy snickers an evil snicker when picturing some large husband with a doctor-weasel by the throat...)
You know this right to adequate pain relief isn't just about drugs. It's also about the right to be treated by doctors who actually treat your problems instead of whatever their stupid fantasies of your problems are. (What is it with the fantasies? Maybe when your head is up there where the sun don't shine it's hard to separate fantasy from reality.)
cathy :-)
At Fri, 14 Dec 2001, Kim wrote:
>I am terrified that one day the doctors will say no more
>pain medication and then I don't know where I will be.