"Treated as a lower class citizen"

I have a high pain tolerance, however recently because of surgery and back issues, I have been experiencing an excruciating amount of pain.

I told the doctors etc. that I am a recovering alcoholic and had been sober for nearly 7 years. Thinking I was doing the right thing. 

I tired numerous positions throughout my time in hospital, just trying to get to sleep, however, the pain was so bad, that I have gone days without any sleep. I couldn't do anything to ease the pain. Eventually my surgeon arrived and was awesome. They found just the correct dose for me. For 1 day, I had minimal pain.

Then pain management came the next morning. While they were talking about what they wanted to do, I asked how's that? They've already unplugged me. I thought I had a say in my recovery. I also know pain management are an entity unto themselves, which, in my opinion, is so wrong. It's the nurses and the doctors, surgeons that do. So how do they manage such power and with what I feel is with a level of arrogance?

Most of the nurses dealing with me were just great, a lot, not so much. I had woken in pain sweats and my sheets and gown were soaking wet. After holding my breath, I decided to take a chance on the call button.  As the nurse walks in says, what is it now? Explained, they got me a very hard and stiff towel to put under me. There's too many to list. Nicole was great. Rosie, Meeya, Kathleen. There are more. I ended up walking out after a doctor came to see me and actually raised their voice telling me how I'd upset the nurses because they could see how much pain I was in but, of course, not allowed to do anything, so it wasn't on upsetting the nurses.

The doctor also said it was because of your alcoholism! OMG. It's now my fault, I was wondering why I was in so much pain that they didn't understand. I couldn't spend one more night in there, being treated like a child, who knew nothing about how their body works and I'm in my fifties and have had chronic pain since being a teenager.

I discharged myself with the promise I would come back for an X-ray. All blood tests and X-ray were done the next day at Maroondah. My doctor still doesn't know anything. The last they knew I had cancer and was going in for surgery. The doctor had no communication whatsoever. As I wasn't given aftercare instructions, I now have to go to Maroondah for redressing when I'm still very sore.