After filing for disability, I was evicted from my apartment. I thought I was lucky to find another pain patient to live with, because I had nowhere else to go. I only stayed with her for less than 6 months, but I remember this one occasion…
She had talked me into seeing yet another doctor, this one a rheumatologist. I knew I was going to have to pee in a cup, which I was nervous about. The reason was that I had previously seen a urologist, but when it came time to do the stream test, I was too nervous. It took lots and lots of water, time, and embarrassment for me to finally complete the test. (Which, by the way, showed nothing, probably because it was a stupid test.)
Well, I wasn’t going to go through that again, so before our appointment, I drank a lot of water. Turns out, I drank way too much. While we were waiting to see the doctor, I kept having to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. The second time I returned, she said, “Why did you drink so much water? What are you trying to hide?”
No, I didn’t tell her my story of the urologist appointment. What would have been the point? Her tone was so accusatory, as if I had been shooting up heroin or something, that I didn’t even bother.
I’m telling this story because I just want pain patients to stop accusing others, like those addicted to drugs, for the DEA’s war against pain patients and their doctors. Every patient who is caught up in this war is not to blame. We are all suffering. Before you go accusing others, try a little understanding and compassion first.
As always, thanks for reading.