My right knee continues to pain me.
You may recall, I blew it out doing Wedding Singer, thanks to the killer stairs between the stage and the dressing rooms.
It took 3 months to schedule, but I did a 3-shot injection series to try to help; but it is pretty clear that didn’t work.
Next stop – knee replacement. But I need to wait about 3 (more) months from the date of my last shot before pursuing that option – just in case the shots kick in and actually work at some later date, I guess. (Clearly, hope springs eternal – at least in the offices of my sports medicine doctor.)
Meanwhile, my knee HURTS. Some days are better than others, but overall OWWWWWWW.
I tried doing ibuprofen, which helped – a little. A very little. And I’m not supposed to take ibuprofen because of my low platelet issue. I told my primary doctor and he prescribed Tramadol – a mild opiate that should help with the pain without fucking with my platelets.
He only prescribed 7 pills to start, to see if it actually worked for me.
The nurse was supposed to order the Tramadol through my local pharmacy – NOT through Amazon Pharmacy. Fine with me. BUT she goofed and sent the prescription through Amazon Pharmacy, which meant extra steps and a delay in me being able to start the drug, but okay. I can wait and people make mistakes. No biggie.
Well, it does work – kind of. It doesn’t wipe out the pain, but it does make it mostly bearable – and I’ll take bearable.
So I message the doctor’s office and ask they put through a prescription for more Tramadol through Amazon Pharmacy.
And I get a message back (2 days later), from that same nurse who fucked up the original order, telling me they cannot order an opiate through Amazon Pharmacy, they can ONLY order it through a local pharmacy.
EXCUSE ME???? EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME???
I messaged her back: “Well, that simply isn’t true …”
And I went on to explain, in detail why I knew this was not true; how the initial error had caused additional problems for me and how if she couldn’t figure out how to do what she had already done, to go ahead and send the prescription to my local pharmacy and let me know.
I didn’t curse in my message (oh the self-restraint); but I wasn’t nice either (you can only expect so much self-restraining from this fat old lady).
Her reply message was very succinct: The prescription has been sent to Amazon Pharmacy. And the thing is, I like this nurse. I really, really do. But bitch, please, just don’t lie to me; especially if I already know the truth.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
Amen, sister! I’ll put up with almost anything except lying. If you can’t tell me the truth, then shut up & go away. Some of these people are so blithe about it, as if it doesn’t really matter in human interaction. Well, shit — it DOES matter. Hope you get this straightened out & nursie realizes what she’s done, AND that the meds help keep the pain level down to a dull roar. It’s been 2 years since my 2nd knee replacement & it can hurt like a real m—f—sometimes. I keep a stash of percocet for those times when the pain wakes me in the dead of night. Right knee: no problems. Left knee: well, nothing’s perfect.
As always, hang in.
Sometimes, it’s not so much the lie as the fact they think I’m stupid enough to believe it. Shit, I was hoping knee replacement meant smooth sailing from then on. Oh well, it’s good to hope for things.
Hey – my RIGHT knee is fine; it’s the left one that really hasn’t come back on line. It’s a crapshoot every time: I got through replacing both hips and my left shoulder with no issues, great recovery. My orthopod told me knees were tricky, that you could never tell how things would turn out – he was very up front about ALL of the replacements, and when it came to the left knee…well…nobody’s perfect. So – you may well be able to kick up your heels & dance a jog after the replacement – it’s in the hands of fate.