If there is one thing that gets underneath my skin like nothing else, it is when severe pain has made its grand appearance, and when painkillers just don’t touch the pain, you have to go to the emergency room just to get some relief, and that is when they say something along the lines of “well, you’ve been here quite often” or “you’re showing signs of being a drug addict”. What’s even better is where you can clearly hear them talking about you, and then you hear the word ‘addict’ aftwerwards.
I’ve been in this kind of situation for the past year and a half. It’s been a hellish ride. After my son was born, I’ve been experiencing pelvic pain in the lower left side, and no one can pinpoint or figure out what it is, past being an endometriosis flare now and then. But the pain is relentless, every single day.
Today is a horrid day. Bad bad bad, terrible, awful and sucky. I’ve taken Vicodin, to no avail. There is no relief whatsoever. I’ve cried I don’t know how many times today. To me, it feels like nothing will touch the pain, that I probably should go to the hospital if I hope for any relief at all. But I am in that catch-22 where I certainly do not want to be called a drug addict, again.
I am legitimately in pain, and it just isn’t fair that they can’t see that. The doctors and nurses and medical professionals do not see us every hour of every day, so how exactly are they to know what our lives are like?
Does anyone else ever feel like this? Have you been called an addict? How does it make you feel? Share your thoughts and feelings, please!