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Oct 2017
My doctor asked me if there was anything else I wanted to talk about
After a half hour appointment figuring out how to win an uphill battle with my insurance
My medication was deemed a non necessity, so they pay for 11 pills every fifteen days
I spend those four in terrible pain
Those four cost several hundred dollars
My doctor is going to advocate for me
She has written that I need sixty pills every thirty days
And we finished and she asked if there was anything else I wanted to talk about
I told her I hurt my back during diving practice, but it was getting better and I didn't want her to look at it
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I hadn't realized how badly I wanted to get out of there.
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
If she had asked one more time, I would have told her how little I sleep
How I've made a system for switching my over the counter sleepaids to lower my tolerance
How anxious I am all the time
How I've stopped turning the lights off until seconds before I go to bed
How I don't feel grounded anymore
How I feel like I need to back to therapy but don't want to tell my parents
How badly I want new sleeping pills
And how badly my back hurts
Are you sure?
Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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