Dear Doctors, Dear Professors, Dear Surgeons, My Therapist,
Doctors, the all of you know me, and know me well. One thing we all know a bit too well is that I am too young to feel this damned old. I mean really, to be this damned old. Every and each day of our week - with each and every day of life, I have no doubt that at least one of you are aware and know full well that your patient, me, I am living a hellish pain every damned day of my life! I am in pain every hour of every day of my life. Night, morning or day, there's no matter.
With every one of you, I have spoken about your medications and you have spoken with me about the odds and ends of any certain medication. I don't play with emotions and I do not wish that I be placed in such a horrible nightmare sort of life. I have stated several times that I dread medications! I am terrified of some procedures and some peoples in this field, but I have never randomly "upped and asked" for such and such! Never! It has always been you to write the damned prescription's! I do not write them! You all are the Boss, I simply follow. I have not asked for a differential in a certain prescription, until today. I am in such a God Awful pain, this same pain that has been here as days long pain. Come the morrow, I'll make yet another call simply to follow up on my refill prescription from, She-With-Many-Names, has had me on since day one. .
I called last week about renewing my perspiration of the medication ordered for me presently. We talked in clinic about adjusting one certain medicine last week, the change made today, is different than last weeks. As long as you are comfortable with the change in order I am happy. It was a change. The original purpose of my call from last week was simply to get a renewed script and share the goings on at Moffitt. I was unable to share that with you Doctor. I wanted to celebrate with you and wanted to discuss my gathering over at Moffitt. While there, I met with your referral. And here we have plans - no medicine as of this point. Doctor's, I AM IN PAIN!
Haven't I talked with most of you about this pain that I can feel this PAIN in my skeleton - my very bones, I share with you. My muscles in my scalp and face, the space between my flesh and skeleton. I have made a comment more than twice to Dr. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, about the times I wish I knew of someone who could remove this pain from my body - with their hands and fingers! Reach up and in here and massage my face muscles. Every God damned muscle in my neck - that's MY entire CERVICAL spine and massage each and every vertebrate of my back. I am sorry I took so long to follow through Sir. I am sorry.
Alright. Yes, I've listened to you, Dr. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, so I know from experience that I/we are at a 'Maximum Capacity, point with the medication. I understand this and wish to thank you whole hearted for the steroid injection smack dab into my right ear just a couple of weeks ago or so. You keep your words, but you also you also keep pushing, which keeps me pushing and pushing. Oh, my Dear Right Good Doctor, you knew long ago that there were problems in store for me.
Your referral to Dr. She-With-Many-Names, my Neurologist Professor and her staff has been an awesome move. She keeps her words. Doctor, her Fellows, Nurses and staff are an exceptional bunch and all told, their combined years equal staff an extraordinary medical experience. Dr. She, has been proactive and has requested medications for me that have been denied by the government or we had an old insurance company deny it. Unfortunately, we have reached a medicinal maximum capacity here too. Though Dr. She-With-Many-Names, keeping her word, continues to manipulate dosage and considers different routes for me to take. Trying and searching, there's simply nothing more she can do for me at this time. Dr. D., (I am sorry I took so long to follow through on that referral. Sir. I am sorry), but I am so aware that Doctor has plans.
My therapist has been here with me from way back when. He and I speak of the pains from my body and the pains in my spirit's. We speak of the Meniere's Disease, we speak of being Deaf on one side of my skull. Thank you Sir Dude, you have been one hell of an impression upon me. Thanks!
My Dearest Doctor's and your wonderful teams, my Dearest She-With-Many-Names and her staff and team that work like a team at the Daytona 500. To each and every doctor who has ever cut, snipped, sawed, or drilled my body, I say God Bless you and your hands and wisdom. I am humbled and am thankful but am intimidated too. To all of the wonderful Nurses working as Doctor's, thank you, to the fellows who are practicing while completing their education, and them least thanked, thanks to each and every nurse...
... with each word I just explained and shared I wish to say this to each and every team mate of my Better Health Care Team, I AM IN SUCH MISERABLE PAIN! I AM IN SUCH MISERABLE PAIN @ MULTIPLE PLACES - MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY AND NIGHT!
YOU ALL ARE MY DOCTORS! I AM SUFFERING! EVERY DAMNED DAY OF MY LIFE! I FEEL THINGS GETTING OUT OF HAND IN MY BODY AND SPIRIT"S! HOW CAN WE LET ANY HUMAN BE IN THIS MUCH PAIN AND NOT DO SOMETHING? EVERYDAY DOCTORS I NEED HELP! MY DEAR DOCTORS, I AM IN MISERABLE PAIN AT THIS VERY MOMENT!
Help me, please. Please, help me?
P.S. I trust you each and every one with my very life.
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