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Jun. 4th, 2026 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarlingonemy options for seeking further relief from my back pain are currently:
1: suffer through twice-weekly sessions of PT at a 40-minute one-way bus trip for six weeks, then when it fails to help, follow up with the orthopedist who referred me there (based on normal X-rays, zero soft tissue imaging, and literally thirty seconds of hands-on examination which mainly revealed he didn't believe anything I said about where the pain was) and ordered me not to schedule a followup with him until after the PT and then only if it didn't fix me; who also promised to prescribe me an NSAID that's supposedly safer than taking prescription amounts of ibuprofen longterm and then didn't even prescribe it (and I shouldn't take it if he had because it's contraindicated by my heart condition); who furthermore stated that he absolutely refuses to consider any kind of brace or mobility aid because my muscles are just weak; and who tried to pawn me off on my hypothetical chiropractor before realizing he would have to do one (1) work to get me out of his office and providing the PT referral; and who did not even offer to write me a note that I have back pain and need a transportation benefit, because if I could drag myself two miles to the PCP the day before for possible MRSA and a mile to his office that day because I was desperate to get my back fixed, I clearly have full mobility and I'm just drug-seeking (I did not get to peek at his notes but if the best pain relief you can offer someone who's 95% bed-bound is a contraindicated NSAID, you gotta really be tying yourself in knots not to offer anything that An Homeless could get money for on the street. I told you I lost my job and housing to this issue and was homeless for three years to emphasize how debilitating the pain was, asshat, not so you could write me off!)
2: schedule with a back pain specialist in the next county, an hour and a half bus trip each way
3: schedule with a different specialist in the next county, two hours away by train and bus
By the time the PT ends it'll be halfway through July. I lose my food stamps in July. I'm no closer to being able to work, let alone actually finding work. I am seriously going to die of what I suspect is complications from having a chiropractor instead of a real doctor treat a possibly-torn ligament in my ass twenty years ago (I did not choose my medical treatments at that time, you understand), or else it's the untreated hip dysplasia, or perhaps the undiagnosed weird bulge in my abdominal muscles that developed around the time my back pain got really debilitating, and for which my PCP at that time refused imaging because it was "probably just a hernia" and she didn't care unless it got infected
or in brief, die of the lack of medical treatment and resultant lack of food, because that's cheaper and easier than pretending An Homeless can have any actual medical issue
1: suffer through twice-weekly sessions of PT at a 40-minute one-way bus trip for six weeks, then when it fails to help, follow up with the orthopedist who referred me there (based on normal X-rays, zero soft tissue imaging, and literally thirty seconds of hands-on examination which mainly revealed he didn't believe anything I said about where the pain was) and ordered me not to schedule a followup with him until after the PT and then only if it didn't fix me; who also promised to prescribe me an NSAID that's supposedly safer than taking prescription amounts of ibuprofen longterm and then didn't even prescribe it (and I shouldn't take it if he had because it's contraindicated by my heart condition); who furthermore stated that he absolutely refuses to consider any kind of brace or mobility aid because my muscles are just weak; and who tried to pawn me off on my hypothetical chiropractor before realizing he would have to do one (1) work to get me out of his office and providing the PT referral; and who did not even offer to write me a note that I have back pain and need a transportation benefit, because if I could drag myself two miles to the PCP the day before for possible MRSA and a mile to his office that day because I was desperate to get my back fixed, I clearly have full mobility and I'm just drug-seeking (I did not get to peek at his notes but if the best pain relief you can offer someone who's 95% bed-bound is a contraindicated NSAID, you gotta really be tying yourself in knots not to offer anything that An Homeless could get money for on the street. I told you I lost my job and housing to this issue and was homeless for three years to emphasize how debilitating the pain was, asshat, not so you could write me off!)
2: schedule with a back pain specialist in the next county, an hour and a half bus trip each way
3: schedule with a different specialist in the next county, two hours away by train and bus
By the time the PT ends it'll be halfway through July. I lose my food stamps in July. I'm no closer to being able to work, let alone actually finding work. I am seriously going to die of what I suspect is complications from having a chiropractor instead of a real doctor treat a possibly-torn ligament in my ass twenty years ago (I did not choose my medical treatments at that time, you understand), or else it's the untreated hip dysplasia, or perhaps the undiagnosed weird bulge in my abdominal muscles that developed around the time my back pain got really debilitating, and for which my PCP at that time refused imaging because it was "probably just a hernia" and she didn't care unless it got infected
or in brief, die of the lack of medical treatment and resultant lack of food, because that's cheaper and easier than pretending An Homeless can have any actual medical issue
