At my December appointment, my nurse practitioner scolded me for over reacting and going to the ER when I slipped down my stairs calling me to have what is known as a crisis.
Two weeks ago, I raked dog poop out of my yard for about 15 minutes and my hand swelled up and became unbearable. I called my nurse practitioner and left a message because I obviously hadn’t broken my hand using a rake, meaning I was once again in a crisis.
A crisis is a pain flare up of CRPS brought on by overworking an affected limb or by an injury.
Several times, I considered taking a hammer to my hand because it would hurt less. Instead, I did the responsible thing and took my Vicodin. That’s what it’s there for and since I had already been scolded for over reacting to a crisis and going to the ER, that wasn’t high on the list of things I wanted to do.
So I suffered all weekend with the pain that the Vicodin was barely making comfortable.
First thing, Monday morning, I left another message for my nurse practitioner. Then again Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon, the pain in my hand had caused me to consume more than half this month’s Vicodin prescription and I still hadn’t heard from her.
So relinquishing myself to the fact that she was going to have harsh words for me in January, I went to the ER. They didn’t do X-rays and said yes, it was just a crisis caused by raking…
But the only reason I broke down and decided to suffer the consequences was because I was worried the swelling in my hand, which wouldn’t allow my fingers to fit properly on my keyboard would become permanent.
I was prescribed some NSAID cream and given a shot to break the crisis event pain cycle. My provider at the ER told me to call my nurse practitioner and get an early refill, since I had only delayed coming in because I was waiting to hear from her about what I should do.
The following morning, I called and asked. Then I begged. She told me no, I had used my prescription this month irresponsibly. She also said she hadn’t called me back because she wanted me to go to the ER.
Okay, what? I used more than half my Vicodin prescription for the month because you couldn’t take 3 minutes to call me and tell me in this instance I should go to the ER and now I have to try to survive the holidays and write books in serious pain?
I am so confused about the rules. My hand still hurts too much to type, but there’s little I can do about that. I started trying to use Voice-to-text to finish writing The Dysfunctional Mob, but that comes with complications.
At this point I’m starting to think I need to up my anxiety meds because I am wondering if I am paranoid or if I’m correct in thinking my nurse practitioner is intentionally being unhelpful.
For instance, ai got NSAID cream from the ER. She said that my doctor wouldn’t be able to refill the cream later or fill my request for lidocaine patches. The over the counter do not help nearly as well as the prescription ones.
So I am using my Vicodin irresponsibly, but my doctor can’t prescribe me an assistant medications that aren’t narcotics? Yep, totally confused. I’m used to my doctors being surprised that I am open to all forms of treatment, not denying me proven treatment methods.
Yep, totally confused and totally paying for it this month. I have made an appointment to talk to my PCP about other pain management doctors, which is sad, because I love my doctor, but I feel like there is something off about his nurse practitioner in relation to my case.