So I had to see a new GP today. He asked if I needed refills of my scripts,which I do,then proceeded to only give me one for ONE. WTF? I told him I do NOT like he Lyrica and want to get off it and he said I have to go back to the quack who prescribed it and talk to him. I DONT LIKE HIM which is why I'm NOT THERE.

He also refused to give me pain meds because "the DEA might question him",but he will prob give them to me next time. again...WTF?? I asked what I was supposed to do if I have a pancreatic attack in the meantime(and sadly I feel one coming on) and he just shrugged. So yeah...writhing in pain and screaming it is then. Thanks douche.

He DID give me a referral to see the ONE chronic pain Dr I found who treats spinal/nerve issues AND chronic pancreatitis. Of course..they arent in again until Mon. Fabulous.

What the fuck do I have to do to get the meds I need???? I cant afford to keep bouncing around to Drs(which looks suspicious as it is!!) and I cant very well ask if they prescribe narcotics when I make an appt because then I WILL look like a junkie.

Any guy can walk into any Dr and get all the Viagra he wants...because a stiffy is vital to life,but I cant get the meds I need even though every Dr agrees that pancreatitis is incurable and causes bonewracking pain. How exactly does that make sense?????

I cant fucking take it anymore. I wish there was some kind of test they could do to find out if you are an addict...I'd take it every time I refilled if need be.This stuff doesnt make me high. It isnt "fun". I just dont want to be doubled over in pain anymore. I've spent 35 years that way. I'm over it. I'm tired of smiling and hiding how much pain I'm in while I'm clenching my teeth and white knuckling the chair. I'm tired of complaining about it(and I'm sure everyone else around me is too). I'm tired of missing out on stuff when the pain gets too bad for me to be able to act through.

I'm just tired of pain.


Thanks...I needed to get that out. I feel better.