I've got a little ''yay!'' back in me. I've been waiting since mid november to get my medical review straightened out so I can drive again. Finally an email that I can drive, now I need to get it paid for since it expired in the meantime, then get a new car battery. It means so much to me that I can drive. I have to get out once in a while, and it helps me to get out and walk around big stores. I'm happy for a bit.
It was helpful that
@may71 said I should apologize for faking the knee reflex. I did. I ended up crying in front of my doctor. Apologized. I eventually was able to calm down, usually if he offers me a kleenex it works, because no body in life ever did. This time there it didn't. I finally said ''I think it's alright for you to see me like this because you have before''
I've got to admit, I have a really good doctor. He's done this before, I needed just 3 lorazepam that I overdid, and he wouldn't budge. I cried, not to manipulate but because I knew if I didn't get some sleep I'd go crazy again. He finally made it so I had to go to the hospital for them and have my ex drive me home so I'd be safe not driving myself.
That time while I was crying he just was hanging his head down for 20 minutes. I finally asked him ''Are YOU alright?'' God I must seem nutty at times, and I've said to him in the past that I am a bit batty, he'll say ''At least you are aware of it'' The best gift he ever gave me were tiny bits of encouragement, and also being upset that I don't get better, its making me realize what an insult to a doctor that has offered so much help and I keep being my depressed anxious self. And the book ''the power of now'' really helped me.
I can end up ranting on here that he wont up my opiods. Well maybe he is right not to up them. A person gets used to them and they don't work. I made it a week before without them, then take one and it works. It makes a person more sensitive to pain too. I had bought a bicycle and it is hard to get in up and down the steps. I'm glad my brother can be tough on me, I told him about my licence being back, then talked about the bike and he said sternly ''Now get out and use it.'' He's right. He may not know how much it hurts me but I'll get out again with it.