Wednesday night I went to bed with a headache, a pretty bad one. Thursday afternoon I saw the chiropractor for an adjustment because I thought my neck was the cause of the headache. Thursday night I went to bed with a really painful headache. OK, maybe my sinuses are stopped up and causing me this pain. Friday I went to the health food store and bought some homeopathic remedies for sinus problems. I tried everything. I woke every two hours from 7pm to 7am and no improvement. That's when I decided to go to the urgent care. Bad experience.
The 'doctor' (or whatever she is) asked me what I was there for and I said "Headache". She said, "you need to see your primary care doctor". W H A T ? what are they there for if not for me and my problems. She then said she could give me something for the pain for a couple days till I could see my PCP. I raised my voice and started to cry, saying, "I DON'T WANT PAIN PILLS, I WANT A DIAGNOSIS" She asked who my PCP was and I said Dr. Krstic. She asked who is Dr. Xxxxxx, I said I have no idea, never heard of him. She said he had given me 120 pain pills Jan 3rd. Oh, that's my pain doctor's associate. He gave me a large bottle to take back to Alaska because they can't give me refills.
That visit didn't go well and it got worse. I told the nurse that I was allergic to penicillin but she neglected to write it down and the doctor wrote me a prescription for a derivative. Good thing I'm familiar with it or they could have poisoned or killed me. We were almost 'home' when we found out and had to drive all the way back for a new 'written' order. The girl that gave me the papers didn't know what I was to do with a lab request, 'anytime in the next week" she said. Not so, when I went back to get a new script, I insisted on talking to the doctor. She said she'd made a referral for a CT Scan on Monday and needed lab work TODAY. If my headache isn't improved by Monday, I'm to go to the emergency room and have a CT scan and find out what's going on in my head.
I hope this doesn't mess up my shoulder surgery a week from Monday, prayers are appreciated. That's reminds me of the nicest thing that happened to me today. While I sat in the lab for 1 3/4 hours, a group of young men from a group home came in and sat down. A sweet young man asked if he could sit next to me and I said sure. He asked if I was okay and I said no, terrible headache and pain. He offered to pray for me and I accepted. He then told me his name is Jeremy and showed me a picture of his 2 nephews. Paul came and picked me up and I left. Jeremy waved goodbye and gave me a big smile. That cheered me up and gave me a much needed smile.
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