Today I saw my gastroenterologist to follow up after having had a second opinion appointment. He'd been hoping that the doctor at Georgetown would have had some insight, but she really didn't. Basically, he's a super genius who was already doing everything right. Before giving serious consideration to a gastric pacemaker, he wants to try a few more things. Most importantly, he wants to get my pain under control. He's hoping that if the pain gets under control, I'll be better able to tolerate food.
So he gave me a script for Dilaudid. Not only that, but he prescribed 60 for a 2 week trial period. Most doctors wouldn't have prescribed Dilaudid in the first place, let alone more than 10.
"You realize you're the only doctor on the planet who actually treats pain effectively."
"What do you mean? You're in pain, I can help it. Why wouldn't I?"
"Most doctors don't treat pain. They assume any patient complaining of pain is drug seeking."
"I prescribe pain medication all the time!"
"My husband's pain specialist prescribed him 1 vicodin every six hours for a severe back injury."
"Yep. I told you; you're the only doctor on the planet who treats pain effectively."
"But the pain is ruining your life."
"Yep. And that's why I'm glad you're my doctor."
I love my doctor. He's genuinely concerned about my well-being. He's genuinely concerned with making me better. And he shows that he cares. I have a lot of really amazing doctors. He might be the best of the bunch. And not just because he gives me narcotics.