I cried in front of Dr. Sean today.
SO. FREAKING. HUMILIATING.
He had just listened to me tell him my symptoms- severe nerve and muscle pain, and nausea. Might I add that today was especially rough, as I woke up this morning at 4:30 am with pain, and had to sip Powerade all morning to make it through without puking. So I finally decided to go see the good Doc, and was now sitting there after recounting my tale of woe, and hoping for a diagnosis, or at least a test of some sort. Something to explain why my body has suddenly turned evil on me. He looks very concerned, and says:
"Well, there are a few things i can give you for that."
And my lower lip starts to quiver. Here come the waterworks.
See, I don't want more meds! I want the problem to be fixed, gone, CURED! I don't want any freaking Motrin! I don't want Reglan for the nausea! I want to treat whatever is causing the nausea and the pain.
That didn't seem to be on the menu for today.
In the end i took the Reglan prescription, and a shot of torridol so I could function today.
As Dr. Sean left the room I sniffed and said "I want to go back to when I was just mentally ill."
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