The secret to quality healthcare

Tramadol

In December I had major abdominal surgery to treat my endometriosis. My stomach was expanded with air to a truly alarming size and then each of my internal organs was lasered clean. Including all whatever long feet of my intestines. You might imagine this kind of surgery would require a minute to rebound from, and you’d be right. Digesting is still a trick I haven’t remastered, and my abdominal muscles are shredded wheat.

And then just over a month later Atti had double hip reconstruction, rendering him completely immobile for 8 weeks. Getting him home was so horrible I was *thisclose* to laying down in the parking lot and waiting for a hospital van to run over me. Bathing, feeding, changing diapers, all had to be done without moving his hips. He was a 50 pound sack of potatoes that screamed when you carried him.

So with only shredded wheat abs to rely on, it was only a matter of time before I hurt my back. Luckily I managed to get through the worst of Atti’s recovery and now he’s back at school for most of the day, but for the past several weeks I’ve been doing everything I can to avoid anything heavier than my cats and trying not to scream every time I had to shift my weight.

I went to the doctor, bracing myself for another round of “Pat Tresa on the Head” as another invisible complaint rendered me unbelievable. But I had an entirely different experience. My doctor shot my back up with Lidocaine and then handed me a GIANT bottle of Tramadol since I refused her offer of Oxy.

All I have to do is mention that I’m taking care of a kid with cerebral palsy and the prescription pads come flying out. I have more drugs at my disposal than at any point in my entire career of sickness. There was one point when a gynecologist was prescribing me one pill at a time and insisted that he would not treat me until I went to a therapist. When I start giving my history to a GP, I can feel them pushing me off to the side the more I talk.

But now I know. All I have to do to get pain medication is not chalk it up to a lady disease.

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