Continued recovery

I’m getting off my soapbox today. Frustration and loneliness are powerful motivators. Things in general were improving; I was allowed to have food brought in by family and friends. If you know anything about hospital food, you understand my exuberance about this change. The doctors also allowed me to have a couple of beers a day, which was nice until me and my friend got a little drunk one night by drinking a few more than two, causing the staff to keep a closer eye on me and what my friend brought in for me. Getting a little drunk after two plus months of hell, was a nice release and I’m grateful to my friend for it had been awhile since I was able to feel relaxed, and this was a nice change from my daily routine. I was still receiving some pain medication, but not enough to overcome my continuous pain. I was told I had to expect some discomfort, which was my future prospect in life, to hurt, but the doctor’s did not want to put me on what they referred to as a progressive drug treatment. A regime of pain medications that would always increase over time, and they didn’t want to be responsible for that type of prescription. When you are in constant pain, as I was, this is not something you want to hear, “just bite the bullet and deal with it.” This attitude by my doctors started me on a ten-year quest to find relief from pain, which was briefly interrupted by the VA hospital when I was there for rehabilitation. My insurance company, by their calculations determined I had recovered sufficiently to be discharged from the hospital. This was not true. You see they have all graphs that tell them when you are well again, so they can stop paying your medical bills. The name of this company will not be disclosed to protect the innocent. More about this tomorrow.