I need to gush

Today was my appointment with Dr. B.  He was completely wonderful.  He and his Nurse C.  They were kind and humorous.  And Dr. B. listened to me, like really actually listened to me.  I just talked.  I had my check up and then he asked what medications I needed refilled and what medication would work for me for pain.  Having spent countless hours on the question, I determined that I wanted 10/325 mg Norco (generic = hydrocodone with acetaminophen).  I am breaking them in half to get a 5 mg dosage and taking it every six hours, since my body processes medications so very quickly.

My entourage, consisting of my mom and my gram, came with me to the appointment and then afterward took me to Walmart to get my prescriptions filled and to stock up on two products essential for anyone considering long-term narcotic use: Miralax and mineral oil.  A stimulant laxative and a lubricant laxative.  A regimen I know well.  Super fun to take (my first effort at taking a shot of mineral oil resulting in it coming back up in the kitchen sink and my dad getting grossed out), but necessary because constipation with back pain is a special kind of hell.

I took my medication in the car with a banana, got a little high, and decided I needed to make cheese sauce to have over eggs, toast, and tomatoes.  Then I slept for four hours.

I woke up, ate pancakes, took more Norco, watched Jeopardy (but my brain felt slower than usual), played "Just Dance" with my mom, and took the dogs for a walk.  I did fall once and I swore so loudly that you all might have heard it.

But here is the part of the day that stands out to me.  The help I received.  My mom and gram were such good sports about waiting in Walmart for over an hour with me and waiting at the doc's office.  And Dr. B. and Nurse C. were truly amazing.  I am so full of gratitude.

Here's something I learned today.  My Dr. Z. no longer does pain pumps.  Nurse C. called his office to make an appointment for me.  So then she called at least three other places and I'm still waiting to hear back about one of them.  All these people did all these things for me.

My cup runneth over.