I called my GP's office on my way to work this morning and spoke to her nurse and told her how miserable I was, and she called me back and told me my GP 1) agreed that further testing wasn't necessary or likely to be beneficial at this point given the lack of new symptoms, and wanted to give me something for pain and see how I'm doing in a week, 2) wanted her to give me a lecture about taking NSAIDs with a bleeding disorder, particularly in conjunction with steroids, which I had admitted I'd been doing out of desperation, because that is how you end up with gastritis, and 3) was sorry for the way the NP handled the situation given my lack of safe OTC options for pain, and this is why I heart my GP: she gets my situation and knows I'm not a recreational pill-popper. It really is great to have a longterm relationship with a medical provider in times like this, and my GP is NEVER allowed to die or retire!
Unfortunately the strongest thing that can be called in (which I think my doctor was thinking to save me trouble there) is Tramadol, and I think this pain is a little beyond Tramadol, because it has only improved things incrementally, but hanging out at a constant 3 on the scale spiking to 5 or 6 when coughing or moving the wrong way beats hanging out at a constant 5 spiking to a 7 or 8 when coughing or moving the wrong way. I'd prefer something stronger, at least for at night, but maybe that would mask the symptoms to the point that I wouldn't be as cautious as I should; this is, if not comfortable, at least a level of pain I can handle and still be functional.
So that's good.