Ugh...the #chronicpain is bad today, even by my skewed standards.
It feels weird to be in a position where I look at a 5 mg dose of oxycodone that my new pain doc decided to switch me to and think "Are you serious? That's a tiny dose...which part of 'I am in chronic pain' didn't make sense? My dentist gave me 10 mg when I had a bad toothache and that was just my mouth. This pain radiates from my knees and throughout my body."
I don't think I had really internalized yet that I had crossed some invisible line. It's like "Oh...no no, that's a 'normal person' dose right there my friend, and I am no longer normal. I am mighty and able to withstand pains that would send others immediately to the hospital. Fear me. I am 'Wolverine' except my healing factor doesn't do anything to dull the pain. Actually wait, that's on track for Wolverine isn't it? Shit...I'm still quote-encapsulated aren't I?"
I say this with my arms akimbo of course, however it's only in my imagination as standing that way with my knees straightened would most definitely hurt me a lot right now.
I would like to be less mighty though. This sucks.
I will work on more tactful ways to state all this as I have an appointment with them in a few hours.