After what felt like an eternity my insurance authorized a pain specialist. I was finally going to see someone who had experience and the answers for long term pain management. I was going to see a doctor who was not afraid of me and treated as a drug addict, and therefore a criminal. Too many times in the past I was sent home with nothing but advil after having my back opened up like someone was filleting a fish. With luck sometimes I would have darvocett prescribed. It was like this was the best the medical community could do for me. I was willing to go anywhere and do anything for one day of relief. I was never more dissapointed. Right from the beginning I could tell I was treated differently than the other patients in the office. I had a “history” I was literally a criminal. He didnt know what to do with me: I was a pariah to my own doctor. So after almost a year treatment there was no progress. I had no life and no relationship with any part of my family. Everything was actually worse because I had given up the last thing I had – hope. Those with chronic pain know exactly what I am saying I was totally despondent and a prisoner in my own house. The pain got to a point where I almost couldnt make my doctors appointments which were the biggest events of the month.
