Hiding My Depression Almost Destroyed My Job



Brave Enough To Be Angry

This is incredibly well-written. It also triggered some memories for me that I knew might surface eventually. With many of my close friends coming to me with their stories, which range from offensive to disturbing and terrifying, I find myself a lot quieter.

The other day I was viciously attacked by two women, absolute strangers, for having a definitive opinion about someone/something. These people do not know me, they don’t know where I come from or what I have been through, but like so much on social media; people love to attack from behind a device. They feel safe in saying ugly things because you don’t live next door to them, or across the street. I find that cowardly. I actually expect that from most men (Not all, just most. There was a HUGE argument the other night when some douche bag attacked my cousin on social media. Instead of keeping the horrors of what occurred in Texas to a civilized discussion, and just discussing the facts, which is exactly what was happening until this guy took a cheap shot, an ugly low blow, and then deleted it, like a punk. I wanted to punch him in the face. You can say a lot of things to or about me, but you’ll never say I’m disloyal or that I don’t have your back. In fact, my cousin immediately texted me to say “Thank you for having my back in that discussion.”), but women should know better. I wish we, as women, judged less and respected more. However, we don’t. We collectively preach certain things, but so many do not practice what they preach. I’m not perfect. I can judge without realizing I’m doing it. I’ve often looked at it as intuition, as opposed to making a judgment call, especially when I end up being right.

Yes, women are a force. I wish all of us stood for the same things and truly understood the bonds of sisterhood.


Doctors Soak Up Profits With Drug Tests


I am the Administrator for a small pain group on Facebook. Many of the members have been telling me about this over the past year or so, and it was disgusting to hear each person tell a similar story. Or tell me they’re drug tested twice a year, and paying $3500 for the “privilege”!

When I first met with my current primary care physician, I noticed a pain contract in her office and every restroom was fully stocked for drug tests. It was an immediate turn-off, and her behavior towards me didn’t help matters.

At one appointment I watched a woman pull out roughly twenty prescriptions for the doctor to count the pills. I don’t know about most of you, but I’m extremely careful, and mindful, when I have a controlled substance on my person. I worry about theft, or simply being accused, or arrested for possession, as there are certainly people in this world who are selling their medication. I only take one controlled substance, and it isn’t for pain, but I make sure there are only 4-6 in the prescription bottle if I’m going out. If I’ve just picked it up, I put it in my bag and go straight home.

After receiving little-to-no treatment from this physician since April, I will be leaving to consult with someone further away. I genuinely hope this doctor will be able to help me, without treating me like an addict for suffering from chronic pain. I don’t have anything to hide, but monthly drug testing is, genuinely, taking advantage of the system. Drug test people if you suspect addiction issues, or because it is required by law, otherwise I expect to be treated like a patient.

The only things I’m addicted to are Polar seltzer, hummus, dark chocolate, and warm socks. Yeah, drug test me yesterday!