Can I Keep My Sh*t Together For This Visit?

Another doctor, my Primary Care Physician, has requested I come in for a check-up. I haven't seen him in 2 years, but we talk all the time through e-mail. (My rheumy is the doc I see the most in person.) He, my PCP, is also the one who set me up as a guinea pig for the infamous "no risk" pain treatment. I have a lot of respect for this doctor and I don't blame him for what happened to me on Halloween night. I think he truly felt I would benefit and was as shocked as I was at my body's response. Anyway, that's all in the past now.

Moving on...

The Lyrica was a bomb. That drug made me feel terrible, like I had partied all night and had the hangover from hell. You know the one where you swear to God that you'll never ever drink again if he can just make the room stop spinning. And oh how people's voices just cut right through me. I just wanted everyone to shut the hell up. The vacuum about sent me crawling on the ceiling. Worse then nails on a chalkboard any day. This lasted about 48 hours and then it was like I went into a withdrawal after only 2 days of this evil drug. I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck. My head hurt, I was feverish, had chills, and oh so dizzy. I was thrilled when that stopped and I was left with what I have now.

I've had a sore throat for a few days, I'm more tired then my usual tired, I have cold sweats, and I can't sleep. This is bad, but nowhere near the hell caused by the Lyrica. Evil, evil drug. Oh yeah, did I mention that it didn't even touch my pain!?! What a waste.

So, to the doc I go tomorrow to see what brilliant things he has to say. Remember, this is the dude who diagnosed my Myositis within a matter days! AMAZING MAN. People go for years and run around to many docs to finally get a diagnosis. My Mr. McSmarty-Pants pulled it off in less then a week. Oh yeah, he's that good.