Damn man, I know what you mean. I slipped a disc or herniated it or something 4 days ago. I still don't know, because the doctor was "unable" to tell me what was wrong. Having him ask me to try turn forward, back, side to side, as he felt the muscles in my back was all he did. I told him the pain is non-stop, and it's really hard to focus on anything, or get anything done because of it, and even my leg all the way down to my foot was tingly and numb. He just stood there with an almost EXASPERATED look on his face and said, "From what you are describing painwise, I can't tell that there's anything wrong with you. The amount of pain you're describing doesn't match your symptoms." Basically, he may as well have just called me a liar. As if I wasn't insulted enough, it took all the verbal restraint I had in me not to say, "With all your expertise, years of schooling, and plaques hanging on the wall, you still can't tell what's wrong with me? What kind of fuckin' "doctor" are you?!! I came here for an accurate diagnosis, and at least for the moment, something that will help at least mask the pain, and I'm leaving here with neither."
I've had periodic bits of back pain on and off for many years now, but this last doctor was the worst. It just pisses me off that I can't get a least a decent diagnosis. I ended up leaving with a precription for Naproxen and Flexeril. What a joke. I NEED Vicodin or something! This Naproxen isn't doing shit, and the flexeril just puts me to sleep. The health care system has gotten so apprehensive about writing prescriptions for those type painkillers because of their addictive nature that people like me who are in legitimate PAIN, are stuck with scrips for Naproxen and insulting doctors. I swear to God I wanna bitchslap that fuck next time!
