Back Attack Returns

I put Riley to bed the other night. While I was hugging her for the tenth time my left arm completely crossed my body. That's when I felt IT. The evil, deep-in-my-back, horror show of pain that started the "attack" last week. I called Mike in my least panicked, but still stern tone. He came quickly and I greeted him with, "It's happening again." I made it back to my room without alerting my little Miss. It was time to test the new cream...

And speaking of...I spent an entire day in tears over that stuff. I went to the Ortho on Friday (the only day my back liberation squad hangs out at the office) and I was told I'd have it on Monday or Tuesday. On Tuesday instead of something that would help with my back pain I got a phone call. I was informed by a pharmacist that they can't fill "anything" through my insurance. Nice, huh? I said, "Ok" and hung up. I was stunned because the Ortho's office has always been on the ball. I called the Ortho and left a message. I had officially boarded the emotional roller coaster being in pain and frustrated lends itself to. Before I got a return phone call from the Ortho I called the pharmacy back. When I inquired what it cost out of pocket he replied, "It's very expensive." I'm not going to lie I totally flashed on the shopping scene from Pretty Woman.

So, here I am coming unglued about the whole situation because I only had to keep it together until Tuesday! Now it was Tuesday and there was no way to make it stop hurting without being less functional than the pain was already making me. After repeating that paying out of pocket was not an option without giving me a number he told me that they had a "Low Cost Option." He explained that it would have to be approved by the Ortho and I would only receive a 15 day supply for the bargain price of $60. I told him to send the Ortho the paperwork. Shortly after that the Ortho's prescription person called and I informed her the paperwork was coming. She told me that the compound I would get would have "fewer ingredients."

At this point I became concerned. I mean what the heck does that mean? I don't even know what he prescribed in the first place only what it was supposed to do. Hours of stress slowly ticked by before the pharmacy called to get my address. I insisted on hearing every ingredient in the original and modified prescription. I Googled as she explained until I was certain I understood what they were selling me. They told me to expect it within 48 hours. It arrived on schedule.

Which brings us back to the second back attack. Back in my room I told Mike that this time I knew exactly what triggered it. My left shoulder blade popped out. That first pain was identical to last time. I turned around and weakly pointed at my left shoulder. Mike made a grossed out sound and said, "It's not in the right place." He pressed on it while I cursed and screamed and then he applied newly the obtained cream. I was completely frustrated that this was happening again. I was also completely relieved to know the cause. Hopefully, a chat with the Ortho will help me prevent any more of these buggers. Obviously, I have to be fit for nighly hug duty!