At my doctor appointment last Friday, I was determined to finally get enough pain medication.
And it actually happened rather easily because my doctor is the shit.
His computer screen showed him that I had been prescribed Tramadol at the hospital when I had that infected toe back in December.
“What did you think of it? Did it help?” he asked me.
“Yeah, it was fine,” I replied.
He’s able to dole out more Tramadol than he is Hydrocodone without catching any bullshit. I now have enough to take two 50 mg Tramadol a day. I went yesterday to the drugstore and filled it.
I also found out that he likes to swear.
I was bending over in my chair to take off my socks so that he could check my feet. I let a “damn it” slip out. (Bending over is painful.)
“Sorry Doctor G, I have a bit of a mouth on me,” I apologized.
“Oh, that’s alright. My favorite swear word is asshole.”
I laughed so hard that I almost fell out of my seat.
Yep, he’s a keeper.