New Here - Desperate for Help and I Don't Mean Maybe
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 10:27 am
Hello, it's 4:30 AM and all is not well.
I've suffered since 2008; have been on full disability since 2008 due to a botched hip arthroscopy (after which the surgeon said he may have injured my pudendal nerve, and that it would go away).
Before that, there was a slow, insidious, right-sided onset since the late 1990s; the left side began its symptoms about five years ago and is now equal to the right side.
I've had about 8 major surgeries, about 25 medical procedures total, have seen probably over 50-100 doctors, am on very high doses of oxycontin/oxycodone (which no longer are working), and am all alone. I am as desperate as desperate can be, and even spent 25 minutes on the phone last night with a suicide hotline, trying to get the very kind girl to explain to me why I suicide *isn't* the logical way out. I've tried everything - and I mean everything - else, and have probably cost my insurance over $1 million in medical fees.
I am all alone (widowed), MALE, and without hope. I have a loving girlfriend who wants to move in with me, but right now she's on the other side of the country, and I'm not going to make it through December. I AM NOT SUICIDAL; I just want escape from the pain. I just now woke up and took almost an entire day's dose of oxycontin. Needless to say, I'm probably going to run out of medication this month and will have to call my pain doctor in an emergency situation.
I found this forum years ago, thinking this is what I had, but then received all kinds of misdiagnoses from hacks such as Lee Dellon, etc. I've been gutted like a fish, and nothing has helped with my pain. In 2009, a total hip replacement got infected and had to be "washed out" twice - that's three major hip surgeries in less than one month.
No doctor is listening to me. I need to be admitted as an inpatient. This group is my final hope, and I'll do whatever people advise me to do - I have nothing left in my life, and I'm confined to bed 24 hours a day. Surprisingly, when I'm traveling with my girlfriend, things aren't quite as bad - I can't explain why, because all I do then is lie around all day as well.
I've had so many major procedures that I can't even begin to list them; yet the pain is still there. I'm not entirely certain it's pudendal neuralgia, but there is a great deal of discomfort in my peroneum; I used to think it was my top-inner thighs (the "V" between the male scrotum and the top thigh), but now I think it's more posterior than that. At one time, I had severe pain in my testicle, but a genitofemoral neurectomy helped with that, so there are other nerves at play here too.
This could have been due to a horseback riding stretching incident that took place in the 1980s.
Or, it could be related to osteophytes I had removed from C6-C7 in 1997 - I had 100% loss of strength in my right tricep, and two surgeries fixed that problem; since then, I've been through years of misdiagnosis, and am on my last leg. I am desperate, and would *gladly* go somewhere inpatient, but I don't know what to do.
Thank you for reading. It's 4:30, I'm all alone, and I have tears in my eyes. I'm in the Washington, DC area.
I've suffered since 2008; have been on full disability since 2008 due to a botched hip arthroscopy (after which the surgeon said he may have injured my pudendal nerve, and that it would go away).
Before that, there was a slow, insidious, right-sided onset since the late 1990s; the left side began its symptoms about five years ago and is now equal to the right side.
I've had about 8 major surgeries, about 25 medical procedures total, have seen probably over 50-100 doctors, am on very high doses of oxycontin/oxycodone (which no longer are working), and am all alone. I am as desperate as desperate can be, and even spent 25 minutes on the phone last night with a suicide hotline, trying to get the very kind girl to explain to me why I suicide *isn't* the logical way out. I've tried everything - and I mean everything - else, and have probably cost my insurance over $1 million in medical fees.
I am all alone (widowed), MALE, and without hope. I have a loving girlfriend who wants to move in with me, but right now she's on the other side of the country, and I'm not going to make it through December. I AM NOT SUICIDAL; I just want escape from the pain. I just now woke up and took almost an entire day's dose of oxycontin. Needless to say, I'm probably going to run out of medication this month and will have to call my pain doctor in an emergency situation.
I found this forum years ago, thinking this is what I had, but then received all kinds of misdiagnoses from hacks such as Lee Dellon, etc. I've been gutted like a fish, and nothing has helped with my pain. In 2009, a total hip replacement got infected and had to be "washed out" twice - that's three major hip surgeries in less than one month.
No doctor is listening to me. I need to be admitted as an inpatient. This group is my final hope, and I'll do whatever people advise me to do - I have nothing left in my life, and I'm confined to bed 24 hours a day. Surprisingly, when I'm traveling with my girlfriend, things aren't quite as bad - I can't explain why, because all I do then is lie around all day as well.
I've had so many major procedures that I can't even begin to list them; yet the pain is still there. I'm not entirely certain it's pudendal neuralgia, but there is a great deal of discomfort in my peroneum; I used to think it was my top-inner thighs (the "V" between the male scrotum and the top thigh), but now I think it's more posterior than that. At one time, I had severe pain in my testicle, but a genitofemoral neurectomy helped with that, so there are other nerves at play here too.
This could have been due to a horseback riding stretching incident that took place in the 1980s.
Or, it could be related to osteophytes I had removed from C6-C7 in 1997 - I had 100% loss of strength in my right tricep, and two surgeries fixed that problem; since then, I've been through years of misdiagnosis, and am on my last leg. I am desperate, and would *gladly* go somewhere inpatient, but I don't know what to do.
Thank you for reading. It's 4:30, I'm all alone, and I have tears in my eyes. I'm in the Washington, DC area.