I see my neurologist, tomorrow. It is a strangely depressing thought, that.
Perhaps because I want to ask him a few hard questions? I both hope that he can help and I am afraid that he cannot.
I stopped by the raised bed on the way to shut the chickens in tonight, and I pulled a baby carrot. It was only one bite's worth, but it made me feel better, somehow. A carrot from the works of my hands.... perhaps it makes me feel less helpless?
I hope you made out okay at the doctor's yesterday. Was he encouraging?
ReplyDeleteI think that's true...I have been handicapped since 2001...and every little bit helps me not feel like such a helpless victim. I hate that feeling...
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