When hope fades in the blink of a doctors note.
I got my hopes up with this new doctor. I mean, she said she cared that she would help me. And then she"fired" me. My body doesn't handle medications they can use so my options are PT and diet. Two things I already do. Things we discussed in my prior appointment. The first appointment was like a carrot of false hope. This appointment was discovering that carrot was empty styrafoam. My body is wracked by pain. Not one medical professional cares. Is it because up til now I've always sought non narcotics so they think my pain is not the level it is? Or is it that in the end they just dont care? Another day another night how much more can my body take. How much more can my conscious existence handle?
