DrugBuyers.Com: Shelf Life of Non-Controlled Script

Wife is back. No luck/guts to pull off the ultram script. And she managed to forget benevolent Dr. X's script, as well. See, I think that if he ever makes it to being a human being, it might be pretty cool to discuss why his family dismantled his last name. ( I was a specialist in this field, so I know for a fact that his name is contrived). But considering the level of his ego and his stinginess (not just with meds--he wanted to renew my disability parking placard for one lousy month), I suspect he is nearing the end of his residency.

Anyway, I think I mentioned the wonderful res-on-call I dealt with all weekend. While he really couldn't do anything more for my pain, he had suggestions for rewrapping the foot, and and never once did he tell me to just sit there in pain. If I had the meds, he told me to take them basically to the max suggested in the PDR. Even when that meant violating my script this weekend. And when he heard about the color and size of my toes after the first fall, he was very concerned that I get to the ER immeidiately. Ostensably for treatment, but, as I mentioned, that didn't happen. I got an icebag, is what I got. Nobody even bother to ask whether any other part of my body might have been bruised or hurt by the falls. (Note: by the time Our Lord Resident of Podiatry finallt returnedmy call, I had fallen a 3rd time. Luckily on my good foot,but unfortunate in that I'm not supposed to be weight-bearing on the left foot at all, which is actually a step backwards from my 1st week pre-op)

So, God's gift to Podiatry, who had deigned to grant me 30 percocet in my second week of post-op, warned me that it was time to "wean off." He changed the script from every 4 hours to every 6. Despite the fac that my pain was getting worse, just a little bit, every day, since the third day of surgery, I was supposed to get over it and buck up. Despite the fact that they were operating to fix one facet of a painful condition for which I had actually been prescribed painkillers on a regular basis by orthopedics up until the moment I entered their practice, this guy was going to be a vigilante.

When I spoke to him on the phone today, I was surprised to learn that my toe had been broken in the first place, before the surgery, and that the srugery they performed, though any idiot could identify it as a dislocated toe that was put back in place " was, essentially, sort of a bunion repair." (Except for the fact that the first bone of my big toe was completely out of socket, overlapping the joint it was meant to jit in to by about 3/4", laying over it.)

I told him about the angel-on-call I'd been talking with all weekend, who had essentially given me lieave to finish off my percocet, and he said he couldn't do anything for me until he saw me in the Doc's office. I asked him to call me in something and he played deaf and dumb, like he was unaware that percocet could not be phoned in to a pharmacy. I can't take hydrocdone, so that left, essentially, the C-IV's. At one point I did tell him my mother is a doctor, that she was in med school while I was a teenager, which is why I know so much about this stuff. Iasked him for Tylenol 4 or Talwin--preferably Talwin, because I can't deal with anymore Talwin.
No one should be surprised that he called in a T3 script for me,eh? "Take one as needed for pain."

Thank Best if kept off the board god I have an appointment tomorrow. I'm attempting a CWE on half a bottle of ACA's I brought back from Canada as we speak, but codeine is almost as bad for me as hydro. Why couldn't he just have given me the synthetic, C-IV opiate pentazocine? Was he just too lazy to look it up? Or is he such a sadist that moving patients from oxycodone to codeine in a single bound gives him pleasure?

Sorry for the rant, this no longer has anything to do with the expired utlram script and I need to figureout why my ACA's aren't separating right. Thanks for letting me vent.

Here's to hoping I haveno more surprise broken bones.

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