Never trust the VA...

[sch00lteacher]

In about eight hours I will explode. Every nerve ending on my body is going to start firing off. I will want to die, but I won't I have something stashed away that will save my ass.

Never trust the fucking VA to get your medications to you. I have been wearing a major pain patch for close to a year now. They won't pre-prescribe it because it has Fentanil (sp) in it, one step down from morphine. It acts just like morphine. You get addicted to it just like morphine!

I have been calling for three weeks to get my next batch of the patch. Sounds cool. Batch of the patch. Anyhow, when the maildude came today, no patch. I am out. I have been out for about two days. Past experience has taught me that bed time of the third day the fun begins. I can already feel something in my head, I am light headed and hear a nice ringing sound.

Every time I call those bastards it is "Oh we took care of that, or It is all taken care of. They don't want to fucking talk to you, might make them work up a sweat. I am sorry but unless I get one of the skinny old WHITE women on the phone, I don't get shit done when I call there. Why is that? Is it racist for me to say that? Even if it is true? How do I know who I am talking to, what race they are? Fuck you, you know how. It isn't a big fucking secret is it. Ever heard of eBonics?

Don't excuse me because I am about to freak out either. The truth is the truth.


ARRGH! I don't think it is going to fucking wait. I itch but I don't itch..............

Tomorrow I go to a civilian pain clinic, god I hope they can do something immediate to help me. If those patches don't come tomorrow, or the pain clinic don't help, you ain't gonna see me here for awhile.

Later folks.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Call up your team pharmacist and find out where your meds are. You may have to drive there, but if it's worth salvaging the agony.

And the VA is one of the least trustworthy branches of our government.

 

[sch00lteacher]

You don't want me to go sit in my jeep. Let alone drive it up to the VA. I will call them tomorrow morning, I may have my wife around to drive up there. It is only like ten fucking miles.

BASTARDS! This is fun, fucking withdrawal from a Government prescribed medication. I love it.

 

[dastribaldraco]

they sent my dad the wrong part for his hearingaid and he damn near went on a rampage..I guess that's what PTSD does for you..

 

[KillerMuffin]

Yeeesh, forget driving.

Call 'em now because it's their responsibility to get you your meds. They have been known to Fedex them to you or deliver them to you directly.

Nothing like a trip to a VA hospital to seriously fuck up your week.

 

[Ishmael]

Sorry to hear of your problems SchoolTeacher, but................Socialized Medicine anyone?

Ishmael

 

[Lost Cause]

VA! Geez, you got me going now...

My father a WW2 vet, has been waiting 9 months to get approval for his pain meds he's been taking for the last twenty years. (out of pocket) I loved the two days I had to spend there just to register! I really know your pain Schoolteacher, I really do. do the best you can to distract yourself, and use your "stash" often!

 

[shyybabe]

Never trust your health to anyone but you. Of course you know my opinions on doctors and the like.

And when dealing with fucked up agencies, VA or otherwise never surrender. Hit 'em with both barrels Teach.

Good luck tomorrow at the clinic.

 

[sch00lteacher]

I am so fucked up right now on non-prescribed shit. I always save some back when I get pain meds. I ran out of the patch, even had a few saved back. But I got other stuff. Thank god it has my name on it or I could go to jail.

It is really like I am not here at all. This could be a dream for all I fucking know.

I can't wait till tomorrow and the pain clinic. Those guys are scaring me. No eating/drinking after eight tomorrow. Report to the surgery area of the hospital. Anyone got a clue as to what they are going to do to me? I don't know, and I don't like it.

I can feel every nerve in my body. Talk about strange. And the areas that hurt, the ones the medication is for. Beyond pain really. But I am stoned.

One of my friends here said something, shit what was it, about his grand dad... I better go see... Oh, Lost Cause. Why is it taking so fucking long? Especially with these new rules that let damn near anyone go to the VA that got an Honorable. Fucking VA man. They don't give a shit about vets. How the hell that happened I will never know. Do the people who watch out for child abuse like kids?

No shit Ishmael, but I can get drugs for seven bucks, three months worth, that cost an arm and a leg in civilian world. Hell it is Uncle Sam's fault I hurt and need most of them anyhow, why not take a handout.

If I don't get the patches tomorrow, I probably won't do a damn fucking thing. Unless the mail comes before I leave. Hope hope hope.

No wonder people want to buy this shit. Wow.....

 

[Debbie]

Hey Teach. This sucks. Did you get your wife to call for you to see if something could be done before tomorrow? What about having a chat with your Doctor?
You take care you hear?

 

[sch00lteacher]

Trying to talk with someone there is 99% of the freaking problem.

Press 1, press 3, choose 4 on the next menu, if you want to talk to a human press 2, then on the next menu press 2, then...

When you do get someone, it is the large dark lady who thinks you are a big bother, and should just fuck off and die already. Talk to her? You try, I'll give you their number. You do not get to talk to your doctor. That is what the large dark lady is for, goalie. They are all so bored with their jobs, that we, the patients, are a pain in the ass. They won't talk to us.

I've tried, 3 times this go around. If I piss them off I know I will never get any of my drugs.

God I wish I could go to bed!

Thanks anyhow Debbie.

 

[Silverluna]

good luck.....

 

[RastaPope]

Well, I can offer you smoething that will WAY dull the pain. Almost as good as morphine, some of it....

 

[Debbie]

Trying to talk with someone there is 99% of the freaking problem.

Press 1, press 3, choose 4 on the next menu, if you want to talk to a human press 2, then on the next menu press 2, then...

When you do get someone, it is the large dark lady who thinks you are a big bother, and should just fuck off and die already. Talk to her? You try, I'll give you their number. You do not get to talk to your doctor. That is what the large dark lady is for, goalie. They are all so bored with their jobs, that we, the patients, are a pain in the ass. They won't talk to us.

I've tried, 3 times this go around. If I piss them off I know I will never get any of my drugs.

God I wish I could go to bed!

Thanks anyhow Debbie.

*Sigh* You know where my PM box is if you want to vent.
Good luck mate, I wish you well.

 

[sch00lteacher]

Thanks dear...

Luv ya Debbie.

 

[sch00lteacher]

Wasn't last night a load of fucking fun.

I fell asleep around 0430. I had to take my flannel pants off, they were too damn heavy on my skin. Slept till 1030 or so. Now I wait to go to the Pain Clinic. Can't eat, or drink. Need coffee.

I am going to go search pain clinics and see if I can find out what the fuck it is they do. Why can't I eat or drink, just like on surgery days? Scare me why don't ya.

I bet those fucking patches come today. Sure give me a night of hell for a laugh. I'd almost as soon not see them for a few days, maybe I could kick it.

Thanks ya'll.

 

[Lost Cause]

Hang in there Brother...

That which does not kill us, makes us fucking crazy! I gotta call from my Mom yesterday, the VA gave my Dad permission to get his meds immediately from his personal physician, booyah!
What incentive does a young person have to give up their personal ambitions for 2-30 years in the military, only to be treated like shit for their sacrifice?
I continue to lobby through the VFW/DAV groups to get a better system, but there's about 50 years of entrenched socialized medicine to dismantle!
If nothing else, it's fun to be a "burr in the saddle" to my representatives and the VA, gives you that warm all over feeling!

 

[lobito]

someone I know, died in a VA hospital. He had a cancerous growth on his hip, which they were supposed to remove. They told his wife he had some in his lungs too, some other doctor told them there wasn't, and they put a hole in his one of his lungs. He died a few days later from the hole in the lung. They never did anything about his hip growth though.

When the Doctor was questioned about anything, he simply walked away form the woman, and when sued, it was found that much of what she said happened, was never documented by the Doctor, so she had no case against him.

 

[Lost Cause]

Typical VA....

The treatment usually kills the patient. There are reams of paperwork on malpractice in the VA, so when a politician starts goosing the national healthcare mantra, remember the VA and Schoolteacher, and the tens of thousands who suffer because of it!

 

[Mrs Christophe]

hopefully you will find out that your surgery or procedure is to get an implanted pain pump so you won't have to worry about patches. ask them if this would be an option for you, don't have to wait for the postman and just go to the clinic and get it refilled as needed.

 

[peachykeen]

Sorry to hear of your problems SchoolTeacher, but................Socialized Medicine anyone?

Ishmael

Yeah. Cuz it's, like, working so well here in England...

 

[Cheyenne]

How did the visit to the Pain Clinic go today?

I hope you're feeling human again.

 

[sch00lteacher]

I SURVIVED!

Pain clinic was a total waste. I need to find another one. The geek running this one just didn't do a damn thing for me.

I had to give the VA hell, threaten to rearrange some office furniture for them, but it worked. I got my fucking patch.

The fuckers hadn't even had the prescription filled. I'd been sitting around waiting for something that wasn't coming.

I felt bad for the lady who caught my usually restrained wrath. But she was thanked a great deal when she came through for me. So I guess from now on I have to threaten to use my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to good use. Just remind them that I might flip, and pow, shit happens.

It took until about ten last night for me to come back to normal. A good five hours. I really feel bad now for people hooked on crack and other such shit. Do they go through that every time they need a rock? Poor bastards! Seriously. That wasn't fun at all. If I had to feel like that for the rest of my life... I'd seriously consider one through the roof of my mouth.

Next time I need a refill I am going to drive to the center, and stand in front of the person I am talking to, and see what the hell they are doing. If they don't immediately get the doctor to sign a script, I am going to pull their fucking lungs out.

Thanks to all of you for your concern. Believe me it helped to have some friends who cared. It didn't make my feel any better physically. But mentally you helped me through the night. That is pretty damned important, and very nice of y'all.

Thanks.