It throbs so fucking bad when I sit on the side of the bed to get up and pee, I almost find myself avoiding drinking much water--because I fucking
dread getting up and feeling that familiar throb. Like my damned foot is going to fucking fall off on it's own.
Then
you get comments from the peanut gallery, when you bring up a
treatment: I asked what a specific person thought about a intrathecal
pump (dumb cow assumed ASSUMED I meant morphine, to which I am deathly allergic to!!!!
Shithead. Why not ask if it it's for the fucking muscle spasms that
are part and parcel with RSD, shithead??? Fucking go to one source of
information, you get one answer, and you don't get shit for fucking
information: you get one person's opinion.
Magnesium
malate for fucking RSD? Ketamine--ok, heard of it, seen research, but
she's jamming shit into her veins with no history of research--just
someone's theory? One person does not make a committee of experts?
Before
I go and shove any god-forsaken thing into my fucking vein, I'll damned
well tell you this: I want to know more than it "might work."
Ok, she is on Medicare too and they don't pay: Clue Number One. But she has a SECOND PRIVATE POLICY. She HAS FUCKING CREDIT.
I
have none of that. No one would even issue me $250 in credit--they are
not that stupid.....and I already have over $200K in medical debt. I
can't even get compounded medications.
So
yeah, I will just pull the money out of my ass and come on that next
trip with ya, sure honey!!! I have the top of the line MedAdvamtage
plans in the state and they don't pay for compounded meds, and I am
triple checking, but I don't think they even pay for
Ketamine.....checking, checking, checking.....
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