Rheumatologist Visit

sam­bear stayed home today to take me to my rheuma­tol­o­gist, because I’m in extreme pain. He’s so good to me.

She was­n’t par­tic­u­lar­ly, um, intel­li­gi­ble. In one breath she said she was afraid to give me more pain meds because it might just mask symp­toms of what’s hap­pen­ing, and then she says, “Oh, you need sam­ples!” and goes and gets us a bag of pain med sam­ples to take home. She told us to go to the ER and hope I’d be admit­ted, and she also said to go to a neu­rol­o­gist (I don’t have one) right away and to go see my gen­er­al prac­ti­tion­er. All at once, somehow.

She wrote orders for an aston­ish­ing num­ber of lab tests. I almost won­der if she did­n’t just go down the order form and check everything.

My GP’s office closed at noon today, so we’re going to go see her tomorrow.