I went to the ER on Tuesday. Spent 4.5 hours there. They took xrays and told me they didn’t see any damage (duh, told them I don’t remember hurting myself). Diagnosed a pinched nerve (hell, I did that before I went in). Prescribed me Percocet and Flexeril. I flat out told them I probably wouldn’t take it. I don’t want PILLS, I want FIXED!
They insisted I take them both that night and to plan on not going into work the next day. Fine.
I filled the scripts and took the meds. Knocked me on my ass until after 9 am the next morning! And it was quick too.
After having my friends yell at me that I should “take the meds”, I decided to take ONE Percocet around lunch time. Well, I got dizzy, started to sweat and nearly passed out on my way up the steps (after yelling, “I think I need to go lay down!”). I slept most of hte afternoon.
Inny insisted on ordering dinner from a local pizza shop. Again, I decided to be a “good girl” and take my prescribed meds. Yeah, slept from basically 6 pm until 5 am. Woke up several times during the night and still have pain.
Fuck the meds. I’m not taking them anymore. I want the pinched nerve gone, not “hidden” under a fog of pain meds. I hate that feeling more than the pinch.
I’m supposed to follow up with an orthopaedist in 2-3 days. I can sorta understand that, but I need a referral from my regular doc first, whom I can’t see until Tuesday. And what’s my ortho gonna do? Prescribe meds. That’s what he does. He doesn’t FIX anything he masks it.
I fucking hate medical professionals. They’re fucking quacks. x-(
I’d rather see a chiropractor, at least they TRY to fix things (sans meds). But of course, my doc doesn’t believe in chiros and won’t give me a referral. Maybe if I badger him?