This week has been Hell. Truly and utterly Hell, and I don't even believe in it! Tuesday I ended up in the ER due to excrutiating back pain. I had to leave early from work because the Flexril I had been take did NOTHING for the pain. My roomie took me to the ER and we were in the waiting room from 10:06 to a little after midnight. I was in one of the rooms waiting for a doctor for an hour. A nurse came in and gave me a shot of pain meds as well as some valium and soemthing else for the inflamation. Half hour later the doctor came in. Note, this entire time I've been laying down because of the amout of pain I was in. Any shift from my hips caused pain high enough to get me to cry.

So, there I was, on my stomach in a hospital gown waiting... waiting... I ended up sleeping for an hour and no one came int. Also, during this time of waiting about 6 or more people that came in after me were seen and released. Four other people who were there before me walked out because they were never seen by anyone -- one of which had a broken wrist and had been there for two hours already. At some point Streea flagged down a nurse because the intitial pain meds did two things: Jack and Shit. 4:15 am rolls around and the nurse FINALLY comes back and gives me another shot. She told me there wasn't anything more they could do for me because the pain was "chronic" and I'd need to follow-up with my normal doctor in a week.

Finally the pain subsides, I get released, get pain subscriptions, and we go to IHOP because we're starving. We order food and I completely and totally decimate it. I also told the waitress we had that I loved her because she gave me 3x as much hot cocoa for the price of one hot cocoa. Then I called into work letting them know that, hey, it's 5x am, I got out of the hospital ER and that I'm not comign into work and I have a doctor's note. Life is all skippy. We got home and I slept until 2 pm.

The next day we went to CVS to fill my perscriptions because mal-wart sucks when it comes to it. We got the meds, went home, I took them, and went back to sleep. The next day I was feeling better. I even went to work... then two hours later I realized that the pain meds weren't working at all. I left in tears again and went to my doctor -- I love it that they accept walk-ins. While I was there for 4 hours again, at least they saw me and didn't forget about me. I also had a few sets of xrays done on my hips. The doc was appalled that they didn't even do that at the ER and called them dumbasses (not literally but it was obvious) because they called the pain chronic when it had actually only started the previous Saturday. She upped my pain meds (I'm now on percocet) and gave me some for when the pain lessens and I don't need something so high anymore. She called the Rxs over and sent me on my merry way with another shot and a doctor's note. I get over to CVS and wait for them to be filled.

Then, after an hour, I find out from the pharmascist that I needed to get a written perscription for the percocet. The pain meds by this time have worn off, walking is killing me - and getting in and out of my blazer caused the white hot pain I've only read about in books to shoot off behind my eyes. I didn't complain though since I knew it wouldn't get me anywhere. I put my things down, went to the car, went back to the doctor's office, got the perscription, and went back. The lady in the pharmacy that rang me up said I was possibly the nicest customer she's had with this issue. I told her I used to work retail and I work in a call center, so I know that rules and regs need to be followed. That and all I wanted was to get my pain meds and go home and go to sleep. I finally got home around 6:30 pm, made a lunch of Thai instant noodle soup, took my pain meds and steriods and played Soul Caliber until I passed out.

Percocet, like I said, is amazing. On the down side it makes me extremely dizzy, is a narcotic, and gives me cotton mouth. Yesterday in a one hour period I downed more than 2 liters of water and was still thirsty. @_@; I really, really hope that this pain goes away. I'm doing my stretches like a good girl and taking my meds (though limiting the pain meds unless I really need them b/c I don't want to grow addicted to them). I'm even having my roomie drive me to and from work b/c of the side effects.

Ugh. I have an hour until lunch now and I'm utterly starving. At least I have a lot of water...

Something kinda sad is that I'm one of those people that get off on pain... Now I don't wany any sort until this is fixed! Ugh...