Here's the quick and dirty inventory of doctors I see, and with what frequency:
Add to this mix the annual sonogram & potential biopsy of my thyroid nodules, too, and it's a formula for disaster, regarding time, time off from office to accommodate all these appointments, plus the added STRESS.
It's pretty overwhelming, especially on days like tomorrow, where I have to get up at 6 a.m., to drive to Greenwich CT, to sit and wait 15-30 minutes for my physiatrist, have an hour with the massage therapist (to maximize the trigger point injections I no doubt will get), possibly have an X-ray of my shoulder, and I somehow STUPIDLY scheduled this appointment on the same day when I have occupational therapy on my elbow during my lunch hour.
The end of March brought with it SURPRISE! His and Hers Root Canals! I has the first step on 4/22 and on 5/11, I will hopefully have it finished. Normal people's root canals take about 45 minutes for the first step. Mine took 2 hours and 15 minutes.
So with this, as well as the added worry about my husband's root canal (which is now a TREND, as he had to get the tooth that is immediately ADJACENT to the tooth he had previously root canaled two years ago done, too. And now, it appears as if this has now evolved into periodontal-endodontal disease for him.
So between the scheduling, worry, and COSTS of TWO root canals, I've now hit my limit. This month is a rough month, time-wise. No chiropractor or physical therapy appointments can be scheduled on Saturdays--due to other scheduling obligations on my part. That there throws every single week into a dizzying game of BEAT THE CLOCK, and just adds to my stress and anxiety.
Breaks my heart to discontinue physical therapy--but my once a week treatments aren't really helping me. And as much as I adore being on the traction table for my neck and low back, I am experiencing minimal effect, and it's very short lived at that. This is no indication of the talents of the physical therapist--he's great. It's just a sign that there's not much to be done to help.
I am now well over six months deep into my relationship with the physiatrist, who, seems to be keeping me in a holding pattern with trigger point injections, the occasional cortisone injection (which I'm really philosophically not supporting), as well as Synvisc (or was it Euffexa?) injections. The synvisc injections HAVE helped with the knee, but to a point, and it has by extension helped the referred pain in my hip, TO A POINT, but I am still experiencing pain, and just would rather explore the idea of a knee replacement already and quit pussy footing around. I'm giving this 1-3 more visits, which will bring me to the first 1-2 weeks of June, and then I'm just going to call it quits. I can't sustain this much longer, either.
The one care provider that I feel my most marked benefit from is my chiropractor, of whom, just now, I scheduled an appointment for tomorrow night, and I'm going to run this by him, ditching who I can, and saving my sanity--to a degree. I. Just. Can't. Even. Anymore.
Additionally: I dumped an account on FB, and haven't gotten so much as a text from anyone saying, "Gee, what happened?" And for the remaining account, I cannot tell if I am being ignored, if I'm getting minimal interaction due to the never-ending fuckery that is the FB algorithm, or if I actually DID something to warrant being/feeling shunned--especially by long term, IRL friends, and TBH, I don't see anyone anymore, and given that online is the only real venue for interaction (see also: no texts on phone, no emails no nothing anymore), I'm wondering if I am just too obtuse to realize that I'm a snooze or I'm offensive, and what friends I have/had are just phasing me out--yet inexplicably, aren't unfriending me on FB. I am so anxious and depressed and overwhelmed, I cannot decipher it all anymore. And given that one IRL friend of mine seems to have dumped me (it's been six weeks and no contact since) after I let it be known that I don't feel important enough or interesting enough to warrant one hour during lunch without her being glued to her cell phone. Fifteen year friendship down the shitter due to being honest. So, whatever. Thereygao. I better hit "publish." Fuck it.
*ETA: I dumped that last FB account in August 2018 and I haven't looked back.
It's pretty overwhelming, especially on days like tomorrow, where I have to get up at 6 a.m., to drive to Greenwich CT, to sit and wait 15-30 minutes for my physiatrist, have an hour with the massage therapist (to maximize the trigger point injections I no doubt will get), possibly have an X-ray of my shoulder, and I somehow STUPIDLY scheduled this appointment on the same day when I have occupational therapy on my elbow during my lunch hour.
UNCLE!
The end of March brought with it SURPRISE! His and Hers Root Canals! I has the first step on 4/22 and on 5/11, I will hopefully have it finished. Normal people's root canals take about 45 minutes for the first step. Mine took 2 hours and 15 minutes.
So with this, as well as the added worry about my husband's root canal (which is now a TREND, as he had to get the tooth that is immediately ADJACENT to the tooth he had previously root canaled two years ago done, too. And now, it appears as if this has now evolved into periodontal-endodontal disease for him.
So between the scheduling, worry, and COSTS of TWO root canals, I've now hit my limit. This month is a rough month, time-wise. No chiropractor or physical therapy appointments can be scheduled on Saturdays--due to other scheduling obligations on my part. That there throws every single week into a dizzying game of BEAT THE CLOCK, and just adds to my stress and anxiety.
Breaks my heart to discontinue physical therapy--but my once a week treatments aren't really helping me. And as much as I adore being on the traction table for my neck and low back, I am experiencing minimal effect, and it's very short lived at that. This is no indication of the talents of the physical therapist--he's great. It's just a sign that there's not much to be done to help.
I am now well over six months deep into my relationship with the physiatrist, who, seems to be keeping me in a holding pattern with trigger point injections, the occasional cortisone injection (which I'm really philosophically not supporting), as well as Synvisc (or was it Euffexa?) injections. The synvisc injections HAVE helped with the knee, but to a point, and it has by extension helped the referred pain in my hip, TO A POINT, but I am still experiencing pain, and just would rather explore the idea of a knee replacement already and quit pussy footing around. I'm giving this 1-3 more visits, which will bring me to the first 1-2 weeks of June, and then I'm just going to call it quits. I can't sustain this much longer, either.
The one care provider that I feel my most marked benefit from is my chiropractor, of whom, just now, I scheduled an appointment for tomorrow night, and I'm going to run this by him, ditching who I can, and saving my sanity--to a degree. I. Just. Can't. Even. Anymore.
Additionally: I dumped an account on FB, and haven't gotten so much as a text from anyone saying, "Gee, what happened?" And for the remaining account, I cannot tell if I am being ignored, if I'm getting minimal interaction due to the never-ending fuckery that is the FB algorithm, or if I actually DID something to warrant being/feeling shunned--especially by long term, IRL friends, and TBH, I don't see anyone anymore, and given that online is the only real venue for interaction (see also: no texts on phone, no emails no nothing anymore), I'm wondering if I am just too obtuse to realize that I'm a snooze or I'm offensive, and what friends I have/had are just phasing me out--yet inexplicably, aren't unfriending me on FB. I am so anxious and depressed and overwhelmed, I cannot decipher it all anymore. And given that one IRL friend of mine seems to have dumped me (it's been six weeks and no contact since) after I let it be known that I don't feel important enough or interesting enough to warrant one hour during lunch without her being glued to her cell phone. Fifteen year friendship down the shitter due to being honest. So, whatever. Thereygao. I better hit "publish." Fuck it.
*ETA: I dumped that last FB account in August 2018 and I haven't looked back.
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