Jojool
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I am having a few particularly bad days. the hip itself has been very painful, and my primary dr. (she's actually a PA) has said that I cannot get any more Norco than I'm already getting. She gave me a refill for 60 pills, which is 2 a day. She also said "and these HAVE to last you a full month!" The last scrip was over a month old, so I don't know what she's thinking, but 2 a day is nothing. I've decided to switch dr's, but that will take some time and research. This woman I'm seeing now just seems to either be afraid to prescribe pain meds or she thinks I'm abusing them. Is taking 2 Norco a day abuse???? And, she won't do any refills on the prescript. so I have to call every month, and drive down to the office (20 miles one way) to get the scrip, then take it to my local pharmacy to get it filled. I asked about at least getting 2 months worth, but no way. I've been experiencing horrible depression too, so sick of being in pain and not able to do anything. My life revolves around the couch and my bed, and I have HAD IT. August can't come soon enough. Sorry if it sounds like I'm whining, but I guess I am. I wanted to write it all down here, because a lot of you can understand what I'm going through. My poor husband tries so hard to keep me positive, and I try to hide the depression from him, as I know it worries him when I'm so down in the dumps. Thanks for reading and prayers would be appreciated. Thanks guys. I'm so happy I found this site.
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Your doctor is either a sadist or an idiot. I just wish they could experience the pain for a few minutes and they would be treating you better. I am with a doctors practice that has several doctors so I can see any one of them. Are you restricted to the doctor you have? 
I feel like my life is confined to either the couch or my bed. I've gotten to the point that even going outside is painful, so I tend to stay indoors. (which isn't a bad thing when you're dealing with 100*+ outdoor temps!). But even when my husband wants to go out to dinner, or go shopping, or leave the house, I start having panic attacks because I know what pain I am about to endure. I feel like I'm a shut-in. My husband goes to work every day, and I sit here bored out of my mind, in tears,
which without them I'd be in the loony bin. Sorry for whining again, but I know a lot of you know what I am going through. Thanks for listening. 