You would think that a pain clinic is there to help with pain. And, actually, I had the best- *coughcough* only *cough*- conversation about pain management with a doctor I've ever had.
Now, he's going to 'consult with his colleges about what would work best, then they will send their findings onto your main doctor, who will write out the pharscrpitions, then after a month I should come back to the pain clinic.'
Does anyone else think that it would just be simpler for them to just give me the damn physcriptions then?
Yeah, yeah. I'm underage. My city is going through a war against pill poppers. They're the highest growing group of addict here in the lovely Winnipeg.
But here's the thing; I am not a drug dealer. I won't sell the pain pills you give me.
I am not a pill addict. I will not take them to intentionally alter- blah, blah, blah.
The only relevant fact, as far as I'm concerned, is that I am in a really large amount of fnicking pain.
I walk a block, both my ankle's are twisted and my legs are cramping up. It's not pleasant.
Even if I don't exert myself, I'm still in pain.
Garg. That's pretty much all I saw these days. I make random noises of frustration.
It is funny, actually, how my last post on here was to let you know I wasn't dead and I'd be posting again soon- then my Internet goes down. And, since I live in a house where the parents both put things off as long as possible, I just got it fixed today. Thank goddess for my father. Him coming over after work to fix my Internet was a wonderful thing.
What can I say? That's how he shows his love for me, his only daughter (Unless it comes in that along with the secret son he has, he has a secret daughter). He gives me stuff. I show my love by... er, letting him hug me. Thanking him for the stuff he gives me.
I mean...we both say to each other, love you, stuff like that, but really, its just something you say, like bye.
Yeah, yeah. My relationship with my dad is messed. Whatever.
Speaking of messed up parents; I have a question for anyone out there who may or may not be reading this. If a woman shaves her head in support of her uncle, who is dying of cancer, and then is fired from her job as a waitress because she shaved her head, not any other reason, is that right? Should a private business be able to fire her because of this? Does this woman then have the right to seek what she is entitled to, under the law of the country she lives in?
Me and my mother are at odds about this, so I'm not really speaking to her. Not in a, 'I'll pretend you aren't there' kind of way, more, 'I'll nod when she speak to me, but I won't actually look at you or engage you in conversation.
So this should be fun.