For the past few days I’ve had some low-grade pain building up in my shoulder, just like it did in November 2017. Today it got excruciating. So I went to the hospital to get it checked out to make sure I wasn’t going to die of an embolism. I shared my medical history with this stuff (repeatedly) and the nurse and doctor focused on getting an embolism diagnosed.
That turned up negative. Which is great! But I’m still in excruciating pain. Which isn’t.
The doctor was dismissive of my pain. The nurse was too. She said that maybe knowing it’s not an embolism means I’ll feel better, and suggested the pain was just anxiety. But no, it is absolutely not just anxiety. Or just chronic pain. I’ve been dealing with chronic pain for over 20 years now. I know what chronic pain feels like. This ain’t it.
I wasn’t in excruciating agony while lying down, but as soon as they discharged me they were nowhere to be found. As soon as I sat up I was in agony but I couldn’t find anyone to talk to. I already had my discharge paperwork, and it was late at night, and I wasn’t dying, so, just toss me out onto the street, don’t even try to find a sling or something that’ll help me.
I did at least manage to get a prescription for some painkillers. Maybe that’ll help, but I got home well after the pharmacy closed.
I mean I’m glad I’m not dying and that this probably wasn’t because of the clot, but holy heck am I in agony right now.
Maybe I should have put on more of a show about how much pain I was in. After the past two decades I’ve gotten pretty good at powering through pain and not, like, screaming and crying. That doesn’t mean I’m not hurting, it just means I’ve gotten good at not showing it. I’ve always learned to minimize my pain. So people see my pain as not being “real.”
On the plus side the hospital asked my pronouns on intake, although the nurse must not have gotten the message (or if she did she didn’t notice when she misgendered me). Ugh. And of course that complaint just seems so petty compared to how it feels like there’s a sharp metal pike through my shoulder.