It's 4 am and I'm up. Not because of call, but because of pain. And I'm tired of it. I've been diagnosed with a condition that looks like it'll be chronic, which sucks. It's also exquisitely painful. I've been having good days and bad days (yesterday was a bad one). I hate narcotics, but I'm grateful they exist because some days, it's the only way to dull the pain to get some sleep. I have, by myself, covered our FAMILY'S deductible. I am grateful I have insurance.
I have voluntarily cut back on things like elective surgeries. I can't do it. I'd never make it through a case. I've been still taking call, but it's not easy. I can take my APAP and NSAIDs on call, but I won't take "the good stuff" if I'm on call. I pray babies just slide out, because operative deliveries are not a good thing. I'm having a hard time being nice because I hurt. If this continues, I may need to consider going out for a bit on disability.
I am compliant as all get out. PT/OT. Imaging. Appointments.