been having issues for years with my upper spine, neck, and side my face. basically they just throw pills at me, they don't do anything, and I just stay pissed off and angry at the medical world, so I just mask it with alcohol. so in past couple of years with MRIs and CTs , and worthless visits to physical therapy to so-called strengthen my neck "my neck is STrong!", fuckers don't listen. Finally convinced them to quit looking at my neck and head, that yes the ****** up palsy type feeling that goes into my face, that it starts in my upper spine, that's were something feels kinked and it follows up my neck into side my face. Finally get the scan, I have degenerative discs(yes I know, feel the crunching and grinding daily), I have 2 bulging vertebrae and calcified deposits wrapping around something or other. So I'm elated, like "Yes, they gonna cut me open and fix whatever the fu*k drives me crazy!" Nope, schedule me see a neurosurgeon and after month half wait, he looks at me, has me do those crappy little resistance tests, ones a 90 year old could pass. Proceeds tell me, "yeh, I see all the problems, but if nothing is penetrating the interior spinal column I don't see anything I can do. I can give you some muscle relaxers, and to take them at bedtime cause they make you drowsy." Well thanks for fu*kin nothing. You know when I don't have the palsy feeling and like I'm having a mini stroke, it's WHEN I'm ASLEEP! It's like, You mean to tell me that for 18 years and for the past 2 that has became so bad, and that's why I'm seeking answers, you gonna tell me even though scans show zhit is messed up, you say it sounds like a cramp and here's some pills. So fast forward 3 months, tryin get another referral to someone different, for 2nd opinion. So June 3rd reg doctor puts in referral, June 17th I ain't heard anything, call, have leave message, June 20th, call, have leave message. Today I drive up there to figure out what the Frick is going on. That turns into a so n so didn't do this, and we waiting on this or that. I'm like, just get me an appointment. Scheduling lady on phone with neurosurgeon scheduling person, tells me Aug 24th is first available. I'm pissed, but all on the inside, don't want to blow up and then be told I'm sounding threatening and can I please leave, then have call my insurance and find a new doctors office that is accepting new patients, wait for new insurance card in mail with new office listed on it, schedule an appointment, have retell my story all over, pay more copays, and be basically even more pissed. So I just say, "imagine that(with a dry sarcastic tone), yeh I guess that date will have to work." Scheduling lady tells person on other end, yeh I'll take it, but then she asks, hey is there a number he can call to check if there are cancellations, to maybe get in sooner. With phone to her ear, she turns to me and says, They have an opening tomorrow at 1pm do you want that one. Well Yeh, what the Frick you think. So basically next available date went from 2 months later till "oh, well I guess we can fit him in tomorrow." Now whether this neurosurgeon can do anything or not I don't know. I'm not very optimistic. I know if he mentions trying Lyrica or Cymbalta I'm going flip. Those 2 drugs have been pushed onto me so many times. I'm so sick of it.
Well hope everyone else is having a glorious day, later.
Well hope everyone else is having a glorious day, later.

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