Aren’t doctors strange? I went to see my pain doctor on Monday morning. We had an ok visit. She’s really fixating on getting me more active – even though I told her just walking to the appointment caused me to become severely nauseated.
Ok ,so I’m leaving the office with the promise of getting out to walk more, because she thinks that will get my happy and pain relieving endorphins going, when I tell her that I’m running out of my pain meds (last major prescriptions was at the end of August- I don’t go through them fast, don’t worry!). Instead of writing me a prescription she says “Call your pharmacy and have them call us with a request, we can just fax them the prescription. It’s easier that way.”
I can understand some of the reasons why she might prefer to fax prescriptions back and forth between their office and the pharmacy … perhaps a patient recently altered their prescription or something, or maybe since she’s a pain doctor giving out a lot of pain meds she’s being investigated by some mightier than though government or medical agency that’s trying to make sure she’s not over prescribing. I’ve seen all of that happen before when I worked in a pain clinic.
Whatever the reason, she doesn’t have to worry about me- I’m using my meds but not even at the prescribed rate. If I was using them the way she prescribed them I would have needed more by the end of September rather than now- the end of November.
Plus- she’d just finished telling me she wanted me to get out and walk more. The pharmacy that I use is a less than 10 minute walk from the doctors office, and no more than a 20 minute walk from home. Between my walk to the doctors office, then the pharmacy and back home again I could have been out walking for a total of 40 minutes or more. Yet, she stopped me from getting the exercise that she’d just prescribed.
Yep, doctors are strange!
