Well... Wow. No fucking joke- I was ready for a failed trip to urgent care. I drove down the block . Before I got out of the car, I closed my eyes and said a great prayer(as in the past I've sought help w/Dr's, at an ER, and was discharged with direction to go into a rehab or sober living).
Literally, I sent out my last prayer of ever going to a medical...anything, in attempt NOT to get a narcotic, but simply seeking relief for symptoms I'm going through in a forever final withdrawal. I saw the nurse ,she was kind. I explained that my story could be long but in short I was in opiate withdrawal(and a migraine..suck ass) I waited for doctor, sent out prayer to..for once, just be treated as a human going through something that's shite. When the Dr. Came in, I just let it be the simple truth, as it's all I've got. I shed about 5-10 tears. She, the doctor grabbed my hand and said there's no shame, You're worthy of help and that she knew my strength when I first spoke. She said she knew how I felt because (get this) "You're looking at an addict 27yrs. clean!" What are the fucking chances!?! ( didn't ask what substance for her). She said a many kind humbling words, asked me if she could hug me. Again, I was shocked&humbled. Gave me encouragement and good medical advise. In the end, she wrote me 4weeks(1 patch a week) of Clonidine! And I got my usual shot in de bum of Toradol(anti-inflammitory for migraine). That was it. She said if I'm ever confused or need help I knew where to find her&she's said that me coming in today made her day something amazing as well.
I could NOT have even conjured up a more surreal experience!
Thank you Crimsonjunk for saying to go to an urgent care- thank you Cliffy78 for the support&saying "truth".
I'm still shocked.
That was...not what I'm used to & wildly meant to be. At least it feels that way.