Finally a sigh of relief- Actually two

So those of you who have been following the nightmare that I call "Freak Accidents at work" Today was a relief so to speak.
Today was the first day I went to a doctors appointment that I did not ball my eyes out on the way home. Every time I leave the doctors office I have a nervous breakdown and anxiety attack. Why? Well there are a few reasons.
** some back information if you were not a livejournal reader***
I had the best job in the world. It was fun. It paid very well. I loved going to work everyday. I worked with some great people (some are still great friends)
Well I got the opportunity to work at a brand new store (I was in management of coarse) so needless to say I jumped at the chance. A new team, new minds to mold and a brand new shiny store I was so excited. In my time with the company this would be my 6th store but I was up for the challenge. ( I will not tell you "where/who" the company was because, well I am just not going to go there. I still believe they are a fantastic company to work for and it makes me really upset that I will not be able to continue with the company)
Anyways March 11th was a day of hell for me. The store had now been open for about 6 months. It was beautiful, the team was falling into place (all the molding of a great manager of coarse *wink*wink*)
Well when I got to work the power was out. (I should have known something was really wrong) It was out on the whole block so I called our district manager to advise of the situation. It had already been 3 hours of the power outage and I was wondering how long before we just closed for the day I had 3 employees in the store and we were all getting paid to sit around. Me and the supervisor that was on decided everyone would go home but me and 1 other person. (not safe to be alone)
So after 3 more hours we were about to just lock up for the day ( all the other companies were long gone) And Poof the power was back on.
We cleaned up and we were ready for business.
I went to sit in the back room to call my husband to tell him how upset I was that I actually had to do some work today.
I heard a crack over my head and then I was buried under about 100 pounds of crap.
Computer equipment, all the store manuals, printer paper, I screamed into the phone and tried to get myself out. One of the police officers passing by heard the commotion and came back to help. After diggin me out he insisted I go by ambulance to the hospital. I refused because I was the only one with keys in the store and I could not "just leave" I was bleeding and well dizzy like crazy but I insisted on waiting for "backup"
Soon after backup arrived and also my hubby (smoke coming from his ears and everything) HE WAS PISSED "HOW THE HELL DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN??"
I spent 14 hours in the hospital strapped to a body board with a very fashionable neck brace. My back was killing me and something was REALLY wrong.
They did x-rays filled me full of drugs and sent me home.
As far as they could tell nothing was broken I only had a concussion ( which lasted 2 weeks but that's another story)
So I started the long crazy system we call the Workmans Comp system.
For months all the doctors told me all I did was pull a muscle and there was nothing wrong.
"Here take this Vicodin, Valium and muscle relaxers and you should feel better there is really nothing seriously wrong"
Month 2
"Here take this Vicodin, Valium and muscle relaxers and you should feel better there is really nothing seriously wrong"
Month 3
"Here take this Vicodin, Valium and muscle relaxers and you should feel better there is really nothing seriously wrong"
Month 4
"Here take this Vicodin, Valium and muscle relaxers and you should feel better there is really nothing seriously wrong"

Well you get the picture.. So it took 8 months before anyone said "Geez your back is really messed up what took you so long to get to see me?"
He was a chiropractor and I had gotten so sick of the "There is nothing wrong speech" that I did my own homework and research. I asked my primary care, well just call him Dr. D ( For dumb) I said " What about a Chiropractor they seem to specialist in soft tissue and bones"
Dr. D " Hey that's a good idea"
And then I waited a month for the insurance to approve it.
So when I got to the Chiropractor he had one look at me and showed me all the scar tissue build up, he went over my x-rays showing obvious trauma.
I was sad but it did not work to ease the pain. I say sad because he seemed to be the only one who believed me. But because it "did not work to ease the pain or fix it" I could no longer get treatments.

So here we are 10 months later I have been to see the "Last Dr." hes the one who has all the say about my future treatments. They call him an AME which is an Agreed Medical Evaluator so all the Lawyers, the insurance and my treating Dr. all agreed that what ever he says goes. He says how much I am damaged ect.

Well the sigh of relief was with Dr. D today, for the last 10 months he says it must just be a pulled muscle but of coarse this is not the case, I have a disc that is protruding, a pulled ligament in 3 different places (if I read the report right) and something wrong with my neck and all my L disks (lower back). He said after reviewing the report of the AME that I am permanet and I only see him about every 6 months. I can go in a pick up my drugs and follow up with him for blood work ( the AME insisted on blood work for all the drugs I am using)
So relief (sort of I guess)
No more hearing "your fine its only a pulled muscle"

The second relief?
My hubby can not get into the military till his done school.
This give me 3 months of not worrying.