So, I drive to work this morning, and it was okay, I was worn all the way out, but no more so than most other mornings, but I couldn't muster the energy or the strength to move my legs to get out of the car. With help, I made it to my office, only to gather some files and be driven back home again. Humiliating? Oh yeah...to have employees, but friends, help me across that damned huge showroom floor. So here I sit at home, in pain, waiting for the pills to kick in, so that I can at least do some of the quarterly tax reports that will soon be due. It seems that I am so behind in every damned thing. I am feeling pretty down---and lately, in spite of the obvious, I haven't been.
The Dr's office called - the Dr that I see tomorrow- and wanted some history, and although it was only an office employee, at the end of the conversation I asked her how long the procedure would take. She said that IF the Dr decided to do an epidural, then it would take about a half an hour. I said "IF?". She told me that it would be up to the Dr. I then told her that there would be no other reason for me to visit him. She then replied "This is a pain management clinic, and only ONE of the things that we do to manage pain is the epidurals". Bet me. I am not going there for pills and drugs and bullshit, I am not ready to give in to "pain management", as far as I know, we are still in the "make the pain go all the way away" stage. I have been down this road with my family. And, like i said, it was only an office employee. But still, it only wrecked my crappy morning further. Blech. Out.