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THE EXAM! ...NOW: WAITING!

Posted Aug 23 2008 3:19pm
My exam was far too short. But I think I may have some sort of chance at being found to be disabled (infinite-non-jinx).



The doc started asking questions after taking my blood pressure, and I found myself reading from the pages containing the lists I made yesterday, so I just stopped myself and handed her the pages.



She looked at all the meds I've taken previously (we were on that topic at the moment) and was taken aback. So was I, truthfully, when I saw all the meds I listed, college-notes-style "a" through "z," then indented and listed next to asterisks. "A" through "y" covered only the meds I still have the bottles for.



After that I cheated on a few list items. For example: I put Paxil on the list (note to dear reader: Do Not Ever Take Paxil) and simply noted that I've taken every other SSRI, SNRI and NSRI as well.



So she had, and I hope the Social Security Admin. will end up with, a pretty-complete list of my current meds and their dosages, my current treatments (TENS), my past meds prescribed/taken, my past treatments (trigger-point injections, all the other injections given by Dr 9, so on) and -- first things last: everything that tags along with fibro (chronic fatigue, etc).



(Wow... This is so deadly close to what I wrote yesterday. ...Best to get past the list.)



She was amazed by everything. She would interrupt something she or I was saying to mutter "...You're only twenty-nine..."



She seemed to have a problem with the OxyContin and the fact my doc had upped my dose two months after I started taking it. She was worried about habituation, the definition of which she gave me... Not as an insult. She did so before she found me using similar words in our conversation. I let her know that the correct Oxy dose has not been reached, and I didn't need to take more Oxy to get the same relief I originally obtained from it. I also let her know I've been on high doses of benzos (mostly Klonopin) for more than a decade without becoming habituated, without escalating, on.



I also let her know of the studies I've found that prove people who need painkillers and benzos don't get habbed, hop on the escalator, get addicted, all that mess.



But it turns out that, even if she believes I am having to escalate my Oxy dose, she realized what the following illustrates:



"Overall, you've got to realize that getting on OxyContin was the last option I had and I had to take it."



Immediate response: "Of course without doubt."



...It may be a good sign that she spent most of our appointment trying to think of a clinic or hospital or doctor I could see that could somehow treat me better than I am being treated now (impossible -- and she came up empty, which was the only possible thing to do. I've tried everything).



Also, I believe she was impressed by the life I had been living until I had fibro (work-wise) and appreciated what it meant for me to be kicked off the track I had built.



...Fuck.



God damn it.



Now I wait for a letter and try not to think about everything that letter could be.



I don't know how to feel.



Until I figure out how I should, I'm at my default setting: Extremely Anxious.
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