Anyway, my solution so far has been to let my sister try to track down a doctor for me. She seems to be entangled in the same bureaucratic mess so God knows when I'll actually get to see a doctor. The countdown on my pills have already started. I've got 20 tabs of Tylenol-4 left and after that, it's down to my panic stash.
Back in the day, when I first started having issues, it was hard to get doctors to prescribe diddily squat. I used to hoard medication like a squirrel hoarding nuts. I would pop ibuprofen like it was candy and try to save every single opiate I could. I even poached leftovers from the prescription of family members when they were prescribed pills for things like wisdom teeth extraction or whatever. Over the years, that sort of mass rationing purchased with pain and discomfort have gotten my a small pill bottle filled with mostly percoet and vicodin. 47 and a half tabs of varying strengths and some of it more than 5 years old. It's pathetic, really, when you think about it. No wonder I fucking hate doctors. Just thinking about having to hoard those pills for all those years.....I could rip someone's throat out with my teeth.