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I have been feeling sick and exhausted and in pain for weeks, and I know obviously and factually it is the fibromyalgia. But still. Sick exhausted in pain etc.
Of all the people to tell me, "All doctors are just drug pushers; it's what they do!" I never expected my mother. The skeptical atheist rational person who always fact-checked and looked at all sides of a story. I know she raised me on supplements and alternatives, but she knows damn well that I need pharmaceuticals to balance supplements as part of my pain management.
And I was only talking about how my husband's new physician gave him a prescription for a painkiller, and how I said that it was my husband's request ("Noo... actually, Adam asked for the Vicodin; the doctor didn't push it; it's the only painkiller that really works for Adam."), and even then my mother was doubtful and disbelieving. I... just... what? Did my own mother, my best friend, my support system, my beloved fellow Gilmore Girl, did she really just say that to me?
Really, if there is one phrase that makes me twitch, it is "All doctors push drugs! They're just in it for the money!" Because how dare a doctor talk to a patient about trying a medication or three that might alleviate symptoms?
Sorry. Bitterness showing. I need to discuss this with my mom, as I usually do. It just stunned the hell out of me. She and I have always connected on an amazing level. But I feel like she is moving so far toward the extremist part of the "Allopathic Synthesized Medicine Is Darkly Evil While Holistic Natural Medicine Is Purely Perfect" crowd that it is starting to scare me.
And she still thinks my taking two painkillers and two muscle relaxants as needed is excessive. Wait till she meets some of my chronic pain friends. Wait. That's it. She's never known anyone with chronic pain. She doesn't know anyone with major depression. She really has no idea what it is like. She admits that. So I will cut her a lot of slack. But it doesn't excuse what she said. I never thought she assumed that about any doctor. And now I feel kind of sad. I feel like saying, "What happened to my mom?"
In any case, I know it will be fine. She and Dad are living and eating heathfully, no major health issues, lots of friends, lots of things to do. They are living their lives very very well. I am proud and happy and in love with how they are happy with their lives.
But still, doctors should never all be lumped in with drug pushers. And, of course, patients should never all be lumped in with drug seekers.
Sigh.
(EDIT: Well, the good news is that when I brought it up with my mom, she apologized sincerely, said she wouldn't do it again, and explained her reasoning: When I was 16 and developed sciatica, the diagnosing doctor just wanted to give me heavy narcotic drugs and Mom did that comedic slow back out of the room thing with wide eyes and never took me back. So, I understand her worry. Luckily, she never was one of those extremists. She trusts in vaccines deeply, she just doesn't like when they're given several at one time, which I can understand.)
Anyway.
I found a movie on Netflix called "Hansel And Gretel: Warriors Of Witchcraft" and I think the only reasons I clicked to play were: 1. It might be as fun as "Hansel And Gretel Get Baked" 2. The main male actor is named Booboo Stewart (okay, his nickname; his sister is Fivel). 3. For some reason, Eric Roberts is in it.
From the summary, it appears that Hansel and Gretel are witches themselves who hunt the more... cannibalistic witches.
The actors are pretty. The main two are siblings. They are very pretty. Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Blackfoot, Russian, Scottish. That is like one of the most beautiful combinations of heritage ever.
Of all the people to tell me, "All doctors are just drug pushers; it's what they do!" I never expected my mother. The skeptical atheist rational person who always fact-checked and looked at all sides of a story. I know she raised me on supplements and alternatives, but she knows damn well that I need pharmaceuticals to balance supplements as part of my pain management.
And I was only talking about how my husband's new physician gave him a prescription for a painkiller, and how I said that it was my husband's request ("Noo... actually, Adam asked for the Vicodin; the doctor didn't push it; it's the only painkiller that really works for Adam."), and even then my mother was doubtful and disbelieving. I... just... what? Did my own mother, my best friend, my support system, my beloved fellow Gilmore Girl, did she really just say that to me?
Really, if there is one phrase that makes me twitch, it is "All doctors push drugs! They're just in it for the money!" Because how dare a doctor talk to a patient about trying a medication or three that might alleviate symptoms?
Sorry. Bitterness showing. I need to discuss this with my mom, as I usually do. It just stunned the hell out of me. She and I have always connected on an amazing level. But I feel like she is moving so far toward the extremist part of the "Allopathic Synthesized Medicine Is Darkly Evil While Holistic Natural Medicine Is Purely Perfect" crowd that it is starting to scare me.
And she still thinks my taking two painkillers and two muscle relaxants as needed is excessive. Wait till she meets some of my chronic pain friends. Wait. That's it. She's never known anyone with chronic pain. She doesn't know anyone with major depression. She really has no idea what it is like. She admits that. So I will cut her a lot of slack. But it doesn't excuse what she said. I never thought she assumed that about any doctor. And now I feel kind of sad. I feel like saying, "What happened to my mom?"
In any case, I know it will be fine. She and Dad are living and eating heathfully, no major health issues, lots of friends, lots of things to do. They are living their lives very very well. I am proud and happy and in love with how they are happy with their lives.
But still, doctors should never all be lumped in with drug pushers. And, of course, patients should never all be lumped in with drug seekers.
Sigh.
(EDIT: Well, the good news is that when I brought it up with my mom, she apologized sincerely, said she wouldn't do it again, and explained her reasoning: When I was 16 and developed sciatica, the diagnosing doctor just wanted to give me heavy narcotic drugs and Mom did that comedic slow back out of the room thing with wide eyes and never took me back. So, I understand her worry. Luckily, she never was one of those extremists. She trusts in vaccines deeply, she just doesn't like when they're given several at one time, which I can understand.)
Anyway.
I found a movie on Netflix called "Hansel And Gretel: Warriors Of Witchcraft" and I think the only reasons I clicked to play were: 1. It might be as fun as "Hansel And Gretel Get Baked" 2. The main male actor is named Booboo Stewart (okay, his nickname; his sister is Fivel). 3. For some reason, Eric Roberts is in it.
From the summary, it appears that Hansel and Gretel are witches themselves who hunt the more... cannibalistic witches.
The actors are pretty. The main two are siblings. They are very pretty. Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Blackfoot, Russian, Scottish. That is like one of the most beautiful combinations of heritage ever.
