So, I went to the pain clinic last week. My pain is getting worse. They prescribed some hydrocodon to go along with all of the other pain meds I’m on: Gapapentin, Oxcarbazipine, methadone, and Elavil. I also have some Percocet to use when the pain gets really bad, like it did about 5:00 AM today. I also get to take two blood pressure meds and my cholestoral med. I’m a walking pharmacy.
They decided to get an MRI for my lower spine to see if there was some degeneration that is causing my pain to get worse. Cindy thinks my tolerance to all of these meds has gone up which is why the pain is getting worse. I tend to agree with her since she was a neuro nurse for 30 years before she went to the dark side and got a job with Big Pharma.
I called MRI scheduling on Wednesday figgering it would take about two weeks to get an appointment. Compared to places like Canada or other countries with socialized medicine that would be a fantastic wait time. Much to my surprise, I got an appointment for 1:00 PM yesterday. Obummercare will fix this and our MRI wait times will increase for everybody except our ruling class who will not be covered by Obummercare. Dontcha just love how these assholes exempt themselves from the laws the rest of us commoners have to follow?
I showed up 15 minutes early to answer the pre-MRI questionnaire. I still didn’t get in until 2:00 PM. The bad thing was there was this old coot (prolly my age, but he looked older) who was with his daughter and her son and he wouldn’t STFU. He was loud as well. I kept hoping the techs would come out and take him back to get his procedure done.
Finally, they did. 15 minutes later, it was my turn.
They didn’t make me undress and get into a gown (which is a royal pain in the ass) they just let me pull my jeans down. They gave me some ear plugs and a panic button. Fortunately, I’m not claustrophobic like my buddy Catfish.
They rolled me into the machine, and I closed my eyes and relaxed. I came close to falling asleep even with the noise.
Yep! I can sleep with noise. I developed that skill in the Navy. When we went up the Bassac River in ‘Nam to carry up supplies for the LST on station there we would spend a couple of days up there. Our sister ship got mined when she was up there so to prevent that, they had PBRs circling the ships and throwing out concussion grenades every twenty minutes. My rack was just about at the water line so it got real noisy. I trained myself to ignore the noise and I was fine. That’s why I can sleep though thunder boomers with no problem.
What’s funny is sometimes no noise will make you alert or an unexpected noise can do the same thing. Once, we were parked on the beach at Danang, and all of a sudden I woke up. I had my dungarees and shower shoes on and headed for my GQ station before there was an explosion and the ship sounded General Quarters. I asked one of my shipmates how many mortar rounds had been fired. He said that there was only one. In other words, I woke up before the mortar round hit. After I got out of the service, I related this tale to a friend of mine who had been a ground-pounder in ‘Nam. He told me that I had heard the shell coming out of the tube. I told him he was full of crap, but he told me the same thing had happened to him. This ain’t no shit!
About now, I have to tell you that the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story is that the fairy tale starts out “Once upon a time…” and a sea story starts out with, “This ain’t no shit!”
But, I digress.
They finished the MRI and when putting my braces back on, I fell off the table. Wait until Cindy reads this. I appear to be OK, but when one is a crip, that’s relative.