katt
Well-Known Member
so right around halloween i injured my neck. went to my doctor and was on vicoden and muscle relaxors for the rest of the week. well, it never fully healed, but it was getting better. yesterday i was training on a new job in veggie prep and used the heck out of my left arm. got out of work and realized just how bad it was feeling.
so i kept myself on motrien all night long and stayed on the heating pad. woke up this morning and it wasn't any better. all the muscles in my neck and left sholder feel like they are all knotted up, it hurts to hold things, move my arm in anyway, even just standing there hurts.
so after talking with my mom, i decide it was high time to call work injury and get it seen. after lots of phone tag between my mom, my managers at work, and work injury i got an appointment.
the guy was a total a$$. to say the least. there i am in extrem pain, to the point i cannot even stand right (i have to hold my head ata funny angle to ease the pain a little). he is moving me around, making me flex my muscles while i am on the brink of tears. then he sits me down and tells me i just need to work through the pain. like i was making up the pain in my mind. i question if overusing it could hurt it more and he said that doing something extremly taxing like vaccuming might cause discomfort, but i should be find. i then ask him if lifting cases of pop. hauling large trays of dirty dishes, case of candy, ect would be considered 'over taxing' cause that was on my list of duties at work today. he shrugged it off, looked at me like "you just want an easy day at work, i can't see you doing the jobs you say you will be doing".
i was givin a pat on the head, no restrictions on my work, not even a script for perscription strength motrien. . .
so i get out to my car, tears streaming down my face, because after being poked and proded at and forced to use the muscels that were causing me so much pain i was feeling awfull, then added to that being told basically that my pain was nothing, something to "work through". i call my mom, she calms me down, i am now getting worried that i have to go to work and do all these things when i am hurting so bad. she tells me to go talk to stan (one of my managers).
so i go to talk to stan, i am now done crying (or so i thought) and i told him what happened. i told him that the appointment went very badly and i was feeling like crap. i asked that if he could cover me i would go home. i started crying again. he sat there reassuring me that it would be okay, told me to stop crying cause he would get upset and have to personally call this doctor up and yell at him. tells me he will work it out and to just go home for the day. i am trying to leave work (i have to walk through the kitchen to leave, past everyone) and i have tears streaming down my face, i was just so upset (all over again) that i couldn't control them. finally one of my friends that i work with pulls me aside asks what was wrong, i start really crying, so she tells me to go into the locker room so i could tell her what happened. all this time people are gathering, telling me it will be okay, don't cry, asking what is wrong.
within 10 minutes i have told my story, picked myself back up and am leaving the building. i call my mom on the way out to tell her i am going home for the day and just as i start talking to her, she tells me to hold on she has another call. beeps back to me going "i need to let you go, that was your father, apparently someone from dietary just bumped into him and told him that you where crying." my poor father, both my parents work at the hospital with me, just in different departments. so here i am still raw from crying, my mom upset with the doctor for being so dissmissive, and my father who only knows that his daughter left work so upset that she had tears in her eyes.
ahh! what a day already. i now have today and tomorrow off, and am taking it easy. if i don't start to feel better by tomorrow, then i am calling the doctor back up and telling him my "just working through it" isn't working. other then that i have an appointment in 1 week to fallow up, and i really don't want to see him again.
so i kept myself on motrien all night long and stayed on the heating pad. woke up this morning and it wasn't any better. all the muscles in my neck and left sholder feel like they are all knotted up, it hurts to hold things, move my arm in anyway, even just standing there hurts.
so after talking with my mom, i decide it was high time to call work injury and get it seen. after lots of phone tag between my mom, my managers at work, and work injury i got an appointment.
the guy was a total a$$. to say the least. there i am in extrem pain, to the point i cannot even stand right (i have to hold my head ata funny angle to ease the pain a little). he is moving me around, making me flex my muscles while i am on the brink of tears. then he sits me down and tells me i just need to work through the pain. like i was making up the pain in my mind. i question if overusing it could hurt it more and he said that doing something extremly taxing like vaccuming might cause discomfort, but i should be find. i then ask him if lifting cases of pop. hauling large trays of dirty dishes, case of candy, ect would be considered 'over taxing' cause that was on my list of duties at work today. he shrugged it off, looked at me like "you just want an easy day at work, i can't see you doing the jobs you say you will be doing".
i was givin a pat on the head, no restrictions on my work, not even a script for perscription strength motrien. . .
so i get out to my car, tears streaming down my face, because after being poked and proded at and forced to use the muscels that were causing me so much pain i was feeling awfull, then added to that being told basically that my pain was nothing, something to "work through". i call my mom, she calms me down, i am now getting worried that i have to go to work and do all these things when i am hurting so bad. she tells me to go talk to stan (one of my managers).
so i go to talk to stan, i am now done crying (or so i thought) and i told him what happened. i told him that the appointment went very badly and i was feeling like crap. i asked that if he could cover me i would go home. i started crying again. he sat there reassuring me that it would be okay, told me to stop crying cause he would get upset and have to personally call this doctor up and yell at him. tells me he will work it out and to just go home for the day. i am trying to leave work (i have to walk through the kitchen to leave, past everyone) and i have tears streaming down my face, i was just so upset (all over again) that i couldn't control them. finally one of my friends that i work with pulls me aside asks what was wrong, i start really crying, so she tells me to go into the locker room so i could tell her what happened. all this time people are gathering, telling me it will be okay, don't cry, asking what is wrong.
within 10 minutes i have told my story, picked myself back up and am leaving the building. i call my mom on the way out to tell her i am going home for the day and just as i start talking to her, she tells me to hold on she has another call. beeps back to me going "i need to let you go, that was your father, apparently someone from dietary just bumped into him and told him that you where crying." my poor father, both my parents work at the hospital with me, just in different departments. so here i am still raw from crying, my mom upset with the doctor for being so dissmissive, and my father who only knows that his daughter left work so upset that she had tears in her eyes.
ahh! what a day already. i now have today and tomorrow off, and am taking it easy. if i don't start to feel better by tomorrow, then i am calling the doctor back up and telling him my "just working through it" isn't working. other then that i have an appointment in 1 week to fallow up, and i really don't want to see him again.