Each year my pain is worse, all sorts of pain, with assorted causes, it keeps getting worse. I am also losing function, which is probably to be expected with the years that I am carrying, but I am not ready for it. So as a 2018 New Year's Resolution to try to ameliorate my pains, I asked my primary care physician if something could be done for my injured shoulders (from when my father abruptly decided to sit while I was braced supporting his hands as he was pulling himself out of his wheelchair and he yanked my arms against their sockets.) My PCP referred me to a specialist, who prescribed a first step of a five day course of Medrol (Methylprednisolone) 4 MG PAK TAB, which is a corticosteroid. The stuff makes me jittery. I feel wired.
It still dismays and disgusts me that doctors are so greedy that they refuse to diagnosis if there is any chance they can refer the patient to a specialist so that all of them can get a cut of my pain. Not so very long ago primary care physicians were simply called doctors and they were competent in all the usual fields of medicine.
Wired is uncomfortable.
by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018