Irritable Bowel Syndrome Message Boards | Re: Nelly, how did it go?

I went an hour early just in case. I broke out crying, got yelled at being in the 'administrative area' instead of in the waiting room (where they'd moved me because I was bawling), the doctor who hadn't shown up the previous 2 months just came in and out, and tried to push me some SSRIS which I'd taken and previously hadn't worked. More waterworks followed.

He left me in the room by myself for stretches at an end, then told me I needed pain management. Well duh, that's what I was there for!! He told me to look up Surburban Hospital to get enrolled in their pain clinic. Finally!

So he leaves for good. At the nurses aid station everybody's scrambling to get me an info number for the hospital (Think Yellow Books from the last decade). That's when we get yelled at by Nurse Cratchet that there's no patients allowed back here.

So I take my scrap of paper and go to the payphone and make 4 calls to this number before I realize there is no pain mnaagement clinic at this place. I'm crying openly at this time. Another clinic aid tells me NIH is doing studies for patients with fibro and I'm elated for a second.

Then I go home and read the NIH studies online and they're all testing either SSRIs or doing human test trials for drugs that have names like JSEO3548.

Defeat. Utter defeat.

I went home, took a bubble bath, cried, and BF tried to console me by buying me some bras online (the amatriptaline made it so I have onl y one I can fit in) and some Proactiv Solution so I can maybe grow up to be a 36 year old who doesn't have daily breakouts.

A truly defeating day. Made worse by the fact I got my grandmother's effects (she dies a week and a half ago in France) and today was the bday of my mest friend's death. Bad, bad day.

Heartbrokenly yours,

~n~

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