Hi - there's just a LITTLE BIT of ranting on my part here, so bear with me.
First - hide your drug/alcohol habits from your parents. It might be hard to hide something like cigarettes, but if you don't learn skills like this now, you won't know where to keep contraband in your car so the cops won't find it, or how to surf the internet while you should be working. When I was your age I used to attend punk shows in dirty warehouses where I'd get stinking drunk and possibly smoke pot while I'm at it, and I could still have my Mom pick me up without knowing I did anything. "Oh, I'm just tired, and someone spilled beer on my clothes". Your parents may have their suspicions, but as long as you're not blatantly abusing substances in front of their face and telling them about it, you should be fine. Do you tell your parents every time you jerk off? No. Don't tell 'em when you're downing prescription drugs like it's going out of style.
Second, you should milk this for all it's worth. It's clear that your doctor is THE DEVIL by now, but you should moan and writhe in agony until you at least have some inferior, low-grade opiate painkillers. A friend of mine fell off a cliff this weekend, and has 8 staples in her head. Seeing as how she looks "punk" and was understandably combative with the paramedics, she didn't get anything, because her doctor was THE DEVIL... luckily, I have a surplus of inferior, low-grade opiates, and was glad to provide a few.
Around the turn of the century, heroin was available over the counter and recommended for it's cough suppresant properties, but now, people ascribe sentient qualities to chemicals, for some odd reason. Sadly, there seem to be a lot of doctors like this.
So, I think it's the moral thing to do to complain until Dr. Satan's iron facade cracks and he gives you some real pain medication.
[ 09 July 2002: Message edited by: *CrystalMeth Bunny* ]
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