When you have to get over being heart sick.

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I have been sitting with this discussion for almost a week. I was so sick at heart that I couldn't bring myself to bring it up. You might remember in my last discussion "Going Away" I was excited about going on vacation to Branson, Missouri with my dad, his wife, my sister, BIL, niece, and nephew. I had an appointment the following Monday (today), but I would be back in time for that, of course. I was going to be home late this past Thursday. However, on Tuesday afternoon, close to 24 hours after I arrived, I got a call from my pain management doctor's office. They said I had to be in their office by 11am the next morning for a random count of my pain pills. I remember saying, "Maam, I'm in Branson, Missouri." I also remember her telling me it didn't matter. That if I didn't come in they would kick me out of the program. I was stunned. I reminded her I'd be there in a few days for my regular appointment, but it didn't matter to them. I did everything I could to try to fix the problem. I called my main doctor and she said she couldn't do anything but refer me to a different pain management doctor. But she wouldn't be able to do in time for me to get a refill of pain medication (she said it would likely take a month). Plus, there was no guarantee they would keep me on the same dose. If you have followed me on here you know the ups and downs of doctors who cut my pain medication before even looking at my MRIs. My dad assured me it was okay, and bless his heart, he told me he didn't like missing church anyway (he's a pastor). Once I got off the phone I just cried and cried. I wanted to spend time with my family (my sister and her family live 3 hours away), but knowing my dad would lose hundred of dollars on the only vacation I'd been on in years tore me up (he and his wife have been on vacation a couple of times, thank goodness). Never mind the 10 hour drive home. He was so sweet, as was my dad's wife (my mother died 2 1/2 years ago). I told him I could go a month without pain medication, but he insisted I not put myself through that, and that we would go home. So today I went in again, and this time asked if I could have done something different. If I had told them beforehand, could they have refrained from making me come in and I could have stayed on vacation? No, that would not have worked. They told me I could be overseas when they called for a pill count or urine test, and if that I didn't show up in 24 hours I would be kicked out. They also said if I hadn't picked up the phone I would have been kicked out. It's not right, and just like life, it isn't fair. I get that doctors fear the law laying into them on prescription pain medication. But good grief, this is insane.