LOL I tell 'em straight up that if they don't provide adequate pain relief then I have zero problems getting it off the street. I have the finances and I have the contacts. In fact, I can get that shit delivered to my door - with a smile and a goddamned hooker if I want one. I can make a phone call and have a whole variety of drugs to pick from. I won't even have to drive into Farmington to get my prescription filled - they'll bring that shit to me. At first, they were a bit taken aback by my honesty. They're now pretty used to it. I see zero benefit (in my particular case) to telling them anything but the truth. So, I tell them the truth. "If I want opiates to get high with, you're the last people I'd ask. If I want to get high on opiates, I can get fentanyl delivered to my house - and probably have it there before I drive home from this very appointment." I tell 'em shit like that. 'Snot like they're going to cut me off. They don't even piss test me. They did that exactly once and I told 'em exactly what they'd find in my system. Namely, drugs... They'll find drugs in my system. As I recall, I only popped for the stuff I normally take plus coke and weed. I'm not sure, but I may have had some barbiturates in me - namely Xanax as I sometimes will toss a couple of those into the mix when I really need to sleep. Fuck 'em...