jenjen05
07-03-2009, 09:22 AM
First off I'd like to thank Donna for closing my original thread. Why my original post and discussion turned into that nonsense arguing I have no idea, since it really had nothing to do with my original post or point. Though I respect the passion with which you all made your points. I honestly feel like I got attacked which I don't appreciate but will let go because I don't think anyone meant to personally hurt me, though it did. I would appreciate it if the topic that was argued over would NOT be brought up again in this thread. My original thread was written because of my pain and depression and I went to post in it this morning only because I'm feeling that way again and found that I was unable to because of everyone's need to rationalize a point that was rather pointless to even debate. :mad:
I cannot go to a pain management specialist because I have no medical insurance. I cannot let the government/insurance companies know I have IC until I can find a full time job and get medical insurance and then I can go wherever I need.
I am not eligible for Medicaid. I was told its because I have too many assets. I have 10,000 in stock and own three cars. A 2008 Toyota Avalon, 2003 Acura RSX, and a 2001 BMW 330ci. Only the Acura is actually mine. I co-own the BMW with my boyfriend, but the car is in his possession. And the Toyota is my mom's car, which had to be put into my name in order for HER to get Medicaid. (She has had cancer twice and has chronic, chronic, chronic health problems of many, many different kinds. And the cost of her medical bills BY FAR outweigh mine any day.) Only two of the cars are really considered assests because the Toyota and Acura were purchased outright for my mom and I by my Grandfather.
My Grandfather has spend well over 10,000 on my medical bills in the last three years. He told me he can't afford (though that's a bunch of :cussing: ) to help me out anymore. Truth is he has more money than God himself and could very well help myself, my mom, and my whole family over and over and still have tons of money left, but he refuses. He's 86 now and he's grabby and greedy, as many elderly people get. Oh well. I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for my car, my private college education, and the medical bills he has paid for me. I don't know where I'd be without him right now. I guess I just know how much he could help me and the rest of my family and it makes me sad that he's too greedy to do so.
My urologist finally gave in on giving me Vicodin ES after getting a call from my Grandfather and a visit from my mother. (He used to date my mom when they were in their 20's and is a friend of the family). He was only willing to give me 30 every 3 months, which as you can imagine is nearly gone after one month.
I'm going to see another urologist in Largo, Dr Katz, on July 11th. I've seen her before and I respect her, but at the time I didn't want to believe I had IC and that's why I went for the 2nd opinion from the family friend.
But to get back to the point of my original post some moons ago...
I was doing really well there for awhile. Just when things were getting slightly better after the stress and emotional induced flare from my mom giving me a scare by being in the hospital with a serious infection/new blood clot/swollen leg....
I now have the worst flare ever.
I don't normally flare or have pain with sex. My boyfriend is very understanding and compassionate and we both try our best to avoid Ms. Bladder and whatnot. I guess we should have been happy with our 1st successful, no pain sexual encounter today and left it at that. But my *smart* self decided we should totally do it again. (I hope this isn't TMI.) And we did, took all our usual precautions... and at some point it felt like he hit my bladder three quick times. I made a awful face apparently and said "Ahhhh! Stop!" which he did, and the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry. I thought I'd disappointed him. As it turned out he didn't care but was really worried about having hurt me. I'm not sure if we (really I, since I'm the one who came up with the bright idea) was too ambitious in thinking that two times in a day was a good idea OR if it was the three whacks to my bladder OR what....
Blah. Anyway, I don't even know what to do anymore. I need a full time job and medical insurance bad. I often wonder how long I'll be able to stay strong for. I do my best to keep the faith and believe that this will get better. But as it turns out I'm much better at encouraging others than myself. I guess that's probably true for many of us on here though.
Today is just one of those days where I cry on and off all day in bed with the heating pad and my doggy. It's just one of those days I never want to leave the house and stuff. I just don't know how to make this work. I went on the IC Rescue Diet from the "Confident Choices" book but to be honest I don't even feel like eating. I forced myself to have some scrambled eggs and toast this morning. And I'm forcing myself to drink a ton of water. How boring when I really, really am jonesing for a Dr Pepper. Oh the Dr, I miss you so!
Tomorrow I decided I'm gonna go out for 4th of July in spite of my pain and Ms. Bladder is just gonna have to deal. I am a Florida girl, darn it! I will wear my bikini and party on the beach with my peeps! The beach is literally two minutes from my house, just a quick bridge trip to Madeira Beach. Were going to Treasure Island though, because there's an awesome place called "Caddy's on the Beach" were going to.
Anyone in the Tampa Bay area beaches for the 4th? Give me a PM or friend me on myspace and join my friends and I!! I'd love to meet you.
Wow this was a novel. Sorry. I'm a writer and sometimes I feel the need to over explain how I feel and whatnot. Take care everyone and I hope ya'll are feeling better than I am today! XOXO
I cannot go to a pain management specialist because I have no medical insurance. I cannot let the government/insurance companies know I have IC until I can find a full time job and get medical insurance and then I can go wherever I need.
I am not eligible for Medicaid. I was told its because I have too many assets. I have 10,000 in stock and own three cars. A 2008 Toyota Avalon, 2003 Acura RSX, and a 2001 BMW 330ci. Only the Acura is actually mine. I co-own the BMW with my boyfriend, but the car is in his possession. And the Toyota is my mom's car, which had to be put into my name in order for HER to get Medicaid. (She has had cancer twice and has chronic, chronic, chronic health problems of many, many different kinds. And the cost of her medical bills BY FAR outweigh mine any day.) Only two of the cars are really considered assests because the Toyota and Acura were purchased outright for my mom and I by my Grandfather.
My Grandfather has spend well over 10,000 on my medical bills in the last three years. He told me he can't afford (though that's a bunch of :cussing: ) to help me out anymore. Truth is he has more money than God himself and could very well help myself, my mom, and my whole family over and over and still have tons of money left, but he refuses. He's 86 now and he's grabby and greedy, as many elderly people get. Oh well. I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for my car, my private college education, and the medical bills he has paid for me. I don't know where I'd be without him right now. I guess I just know how much he could help me and the rest of my family and it makes me sad that he's too greedy to do so.
My urologist finally gave in on giving me Vicodin ES after getting a call from my Grandfather and a visit from my mother. (He used to date my mom when they were in their 20's and is a friend of the family). He was only willing to give me 30 every 3 months, which as you can imagine is nearly gone after one month.
I'm going to see another urologist in Largo, Dr Katz, on July 11th. I've seen her before and I respect her, but at the time I didn't want to believe I had IC and that's why I went for the 2nd opinion from the family friend.
But to get back to the point of my original post some moons ago...
I was doing really well there for awhile. Just when things were getting slightly better after the stress and emotional induced flare from my mom giving me a scare by being in the hospital with a serious infection/new blood clot/swollen leg....
I now have the worst flare ever.
I don't normally flare or have pain with sex. My boyfriend is very understanding and compassionate and we both try our best to avoid Ms. Bladder and whatnot. I guess we should have been happy with our 1st successful, no pain sexual encounter today and left it at that. But my *smart* self decided we should totally do it again. (I hope this isn't TMI.) And we did, took all our usual precautions... and at some point it felt like he hit my bladder three quick times. I made a awful face apparently and said "Ahhhh! Stop!" which he did, and the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry. I thought I'd disappointed him. As it turned out he didn't care but was really worried about having hurt me. I'm not sure if we (really I, since I'm the one who came up with the bright idea) was too ambitious in thinking that two times in a day was a good idea OR if it was the three whacks to my bladder OR what....
Blah. Anyway, I don't even know what to do anymore. I need a full time job and medical insurance bad. I often wonder how long I'll be able to stay strong for. I do my best to keep the faith and believe that this will get better. But as it turns out I'm much better at encouraging others than myself. I guess that's probably true for many of us on here though.
Today is just one of those days where I cry on and off all day in bed with the heating pad and my doggy. It's just one of those days I never want to leave the house and stuff. I just don't know how to make this work. I went on the IC Rescue Diet from the "Confident Choices" book but to be honest I don't even feel like eating. I forced myself to have some scrambled eggs and toast this morning. And I'm forcing myself to drink a ton of water. How boring when I really, really am jonesing for a Dr Pepper. Oh the Dr, I miss you so!
Tomorrow I decided I'm gonna go out for 4th of July in spite of my pain and Ms. Bladder is just gonna have to deal. I am a Florida girl, darn it! I will wear my bikini and party on the beach with my peeps! The beach is literally two minutes from my house, just a quick bridge trip to Madeira Beach. Were going to Treasure Island though, because there's an awesome place called "Caddy's on the Beach" were going to.
Anyone in the Tampa Bay area beaches for the 4th? Give me a PM or friend me on myspace and join my friends and I!! I'd love to meet you.
Wow this was a novel. Sorry. I'm a writer and sometimes I feel the need to over explain how I feel and whatnot. Take care everyone and I hope ya'll are feeling better than I am today! XOXO