RedLeader
Bluelight Crew
^What made today so bad RL?
My left shoulder has been bothering me for a few weeks now. I think I tore something (I think my rotator cuff) a while back, and it's been really killing me the past few workouts. So I went to see a doctor about it, not least because I wanted to have it x-rayed. I went to my (15 minute) appointment telling him from the start that I wasn't there for medication and could handle pain, but was worried about my shoulder. I didn't wear my addiction history on my sleeve, not because I was trying to scam or anything, but because I DIDN'T WANT TO SPEND THE ENTIRE APPOINTMENT TALKING ABOUT THAT SHIT at the expense of my shoulder. Well apparently my last doctor (understandably) wrote some notes down about me, and my Suboxone maintenance is all on my records as well. This new doctor (I am too ashamed to show my face in my old doctor's office) had me judged as a con artist before I even went in there, so not only did he talk down to me in a getting-under-your-skin condescending way, but he totally ignored my very real shoulder injury. He even apparently obtained my legal records (I didn't know doctors went beyond medical records) and claimed I was lying-by-omission when I didn't tell him about recent matters when he asked how I had been. And to top it all off, he made some snide comment about contacting my PO about this, which I assumed was just him being a hothead, but still has me worried. That would be just what I need.
If I wanted pain medication, I'd call my dopeman up. Or I'd fill the script I've had sitting for me at the pharmacy for the past few months. I just wanted to know the severity of my injury.
This was just the first real time in recovery I've hit this obstacle. I guess I'm being ignorant when I thought that I could just have my injury examined, and I have to realize that my addiction history is like a puppy that never grows up. And I guess I'm also pissed at myself for not thinking it through and realizing that I should have been more upfront and that I probably did unintentionally paint the wrong picture.
And, of course, for every person who understands this, ten people think I'm telling some cover story for a doctor shop gone wrong. I hate this. This is the kind of awkward s--- that causes my mind to endlessly loop content through my head, won't let me sleep, and prevents me from really doing anything more than feeling 2 inches tall for a week.
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