What a rough morning. Got up early and went to the appointment. Took 5.5g at 8:00. Planned on 3 doses today. Appointment was not exactly what I was expecting. Another doctor who doesn’t want to prescribe medication. It’s unbelievable how many doctors I meet, who are specialists and most knowledgeable of those meds, who won’t fucking prescribe those meds. She said she was going to message my pain mgmt doc, which I guess is Dr. Buck, which means it will go nowwhere. Glad I got the primary doc on board with prescribing. I took 2 Lyrica today. I felt it improve my condition somewhere in the middle of the day. It’s what kept me from triple dosing today. I decided I could tough it out. It hurts like a motherfucker though. I’ll take maybe 6.5 later. Maybe 3:00. Only 2:00 now, fuck. The doctor did some blood tests. At least she did something. Slightly more than nothing. Maybe there’s an off chance the pain doc reads her email. Pain doc is so lost and has no clue how to treat me. Probably nothing changes and I have to lean on primary doc to keep me on Lyrica. Then I have to figure out if there is a problem at L2-4. I’m losing confidence/hope in that. The upcoming injections will help restore confidence. 6.5g at 3:05. Not helping anything. Pain still bad. Almost passed out at 5:30. Headache ramping up. Taking Tylenol and putting icy hot on it. Boy do I want this day to end really fucking soon. It’s only getting worse. 3 beers at 8:30.