Cut to several hours later - I have had pelvic x-rays done and they show that I do not have a pinched nerve, but rather sacroilitis - an offshoot of my autoimmune disorder. Okay, fine, the treatment protocol involves similar anti-imflammatory meds as if I had a pinched nerve, so I'm expecting similar prescriptions/discharge plans.
A nurse then comes in with my discharge paperwork, informing me the doctor is just sending me home with a prescription for Ibuprofen. Um ....? I explained to the nurse that in addition to the ibuprofen for inflammation we had discussed several RX options to keep me somewhat comfortable while the inflammation goes down.
Here's where it gets really weird - the doctor comes in and asks for the EXACT number of narcotic prescriptions I have been given this year. What? I was so confused and told him I wasn't sure, but guessed probably around 4. He leaves, and comes back with pages and pages of printouts of EVERY SINGLE prescription I've had filled in the last 3 years. He's highlighted all the narcotic ones, and shows me that I filled 5 narcotic scripts this year. He makes it clear he doesn't think I'm an addict or drug-seeking, he just "wanted me to be open with him," and was "very disappointed" that I wasn't honest. He then wanted me to "explain" each one. Okay. 1) I was absolutely not dishonest. Who keeps track of all their prescriptions and classifications off the top of their head? Especially as someone who is chronically ill, I take a lot of pills - some are controlled, some are narcotic, etc. 2) I WAS ONE PRESCRIPTION OFF! It's not like I really had 150 narcotic scripts and undersold it to 4.
His whole demeanor was so bizarre - very paternalistic? It genuinely seemed like he wasn't concerned about my abuse potential, just that I hadn't given him the exact right answer? I honestly have no clue and am still puzzled and bothered by it. I cried when he left the room and felt so humiliated. He eventually let me leave with a prescription for 6 percocets.