Why are doctors such fucking assholes when it comes to getting what you want or what you need to treat your own ailments? FUCK! I've had back surgery 11 years ago that was unable to correct my pain permanently becuase another fucking doctor didn't even bother to take a fucking x-ray let alone an MRI to find that my disk in my lower back had exploded into my spinal column leaving me with permanent nerve damage. Three years ago I had two disks replaced in my neck. I'm sure by the time I'm dead, I'll have more metal in me than Dennis Rodmans face. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I just want my fucking meds when I need them!
After a year and a half of rehabilitation following my back surgery, I was still in a lot of pain and was determined unfit to return to my career of 14 years. Fucking great. 11 years ago I was making over $70,000 a year. For the first time in my life I thought things were starting to look up. Then come to find out I have degenerative bone disease. Ya know, some people inherit money, looks, talent. Not me, I get weak bones. Thanks mom. They did another MRI and my surgeon said he would never go into my back again because it was just too dangerous, and could leave me paralyzed. Fucking great again. He told me I would just have to live with the pain, and I'll have good days and bad days. Fair enough, I can live with that. Then how come my fucking doctors can't!!?!?
So, I move to Indiana and it's such fun finding a new quack to be sympathetic to my pain and prescribe me some pain medication. I don't take them everyday because I don't need to. But some days I need three or even four, especially if I have been...oh, I don't know....maybe raking 14 tons of fucking leaves in my yard or shoveling bull fucking shit snow!?! I would like to smack them in the spine with a sledge hammer then tell them to go do yard work for 5 hours and too fucking bad if it hurts, because I'm not prescribing any pain medication. Fucking bastards.
I've had two doctors in Indiana tell me they don't want to just throw medication at me, because that's not treating the problem, only the effects of the problem. HELLO McFLY?!? What fucking part of PERMANENT NERVE DAMAGE don't they understand? Oh and of course, none of them have back problems.
I've had two doctors in Indiana tell me they don't want to just throw medication at me, because that's not treating the problem, only the effects of the problem. HELLO McFLY?!? What fucking part of PERMANENT NERVE DAMAGE don't they understand? Oh and of course, none of them have back problems.
These fucks always want me to go get steroid injections, which I do, because I fucking have to so I get my pain meds. So I jump through the fucking medical hoops, get my steroid injections, which by the way is fucking painful as hell, and doesn't do jack shit on a poop stain dick! They just make me do all this so they can add another room to their summer home in Florida or buy their dumb slutty mistress a Geo metro.
And then they wonder why people hate fucking doctors.
DOCTORS SUCK!
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Ror, found your site at Crazy Days, saw the Tony Dungy reference and unfortunately, I too am an Indianapolis resident. Banished from New York. (yes, I got the fucking bends when I saw this goddamnd place) Re: TD, word is Obama is looking for something on a national level for him with inner-city kids. Good for him, but drag for us.) Actually, I wanted to respond about the DOCTORS SUCK story. I have the same problem--my right sciatic nerve is totaled and by rights, I should be shooting dilaudid all motherfucking day. But nooooooooo.Lucky for me I found a croaker to write script, but it's limited. My father and brother (both dead) were physicians--the cool kind that gave you the shit, made house calls, charged what you could afford; all those things that are history, baby. Anyway, growing up was such fun because father had a huge storage bin where he kept his samples (yes, dear Ror, there was a day when Quaaludes used to come thru the mail. It was smorgasboard time, and I hit that bitch several times a day.)[Last time I visited my father, I ate 5 viagra. They totally fucking don't work--I didn't even get a hard-on. Fucking-ass Lilly liars.] Don't give up--the sympathetic ones are out there and wait! You said you are a musician! You dumd-ass! You're a fucking STAR, dude--go in there and demand the motherfucking treatment!!
Better Living thru Chemistry,
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