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At least someone is supporting us. I get told all the time to shut up because I at least have health care through the V.A. but hardly anyone aside from a veteran has ever walked into those places and mine is run by a bunch of imbeciles that think only old men are veterans and that pills will fix everything. My last visit the doctor didn't even see me. I checked in, sat in the waiting room and suddenly the nurse appeared with a set of prescription scripts telling me to go home because the doctor was busy. I was astonished that a doctor would refuse to see a patient in person much less write a bunch of scripts without even asking why I was there.
It was thoroughly unethical. I'd get a written complaint filed. Your Congressman's office will take this seriously and investigate. Thanks for your service.
Oh and if you ever go into a V.A.( at least all the ones I've been in) you see all the patients wandering around with bags of prescription pills. I've literally seen people walking around with pillowcases full of pill bottles so that the doctors will know what pills the patients already have. They don't listen at all to what you have to say and no one will leave or refuse the care because then the V.A. files on you saying you refused treatment and therefore do not need your benefits, then they just mail the damned pills to you're house with a receipt anyways. I was discharged from the Navy and handed a bag with 6 large bottles of hydrocodone, 2 bottles of "flexoral" muscle relaxant, 1 huge bottle of 1600mg( yes that is the right amount)ibuprofen pills, and a bottle of antibiotics. I couldn't walk due to my injuries and was handed a bus ticket to Texas and was dropped of with 1 set of clothes in my backpack, the clothes on my back I'd bought 30 minutes earlier and a bag of pills 6 blocks from the Greyhound station in the middle of downtown Chicago. I was mugged a few minutes later and spent the next day and a half curled around my backpack in the back of the bus on the way home. Took me 3years of fighting just to get the V.A. to recognize me and to get the Navy to finally give me benefits for my medical discharge. It was an honorable medical discharge but it felt like I was being court martialed and punished through it all.
My injuries are permanent but I've learned to work past them and I'm able to get around without the need for narcotic medication. I have sever nerve and tissue damage from my waist all through out my legs so walking, even sitting and laying down are painful and it keeps me on a pretty limited amount of mobility because the pain will build up to be so overwhelm I go into a state almost like a seizure. I don't black out or anything like a neurological problem its just it hurts so bad my muscles, sometimes even my whole body go into spasms from the pain. I'm up to 30% disability in the V.A. but I can't drive or do simple things like play with my kids in the yard. Its hard and the limited mobility effects other aspects of my health such as my muscles withering a bit. But like I said I've learned to cope and if I hadn't been discharged when I was I probably would have missed out on my kids and my husband. I loved the military and before my kids I probably would have gone right back if I could have been fixed. I have some very fond memories that I'll treasure forever its just disheartening that it ended the way it did and that so many other veterans worse off than myself have to struggle daily with this pathetic V.A. system as well as all the social stigmas that come with being a veteran much less a war time veteran.