Don't need the hugs etc, but I am scared to death, not about seeing the neurologist, but about somehow lurching my way into her office.
Her office is on a steep hill (yep mighty fine choice of real estate, there, MS specialist.)
I am so bloody frightened. The cab, the stairs, the curb and guttering, the lift, the long, long walk from a to b.
If I borrow a wheelchair from the adjoining hospital, then it will be probably be okay.
Good Lord, I don't cry often, but the thought of it renders me a sobbing ruin.
Plus side, use a wheelchair, won't have to do those sodding awful balance tests. Point proven, methinks.
I don't want to go. (Childish sookiness.)
Her office is on a steep hill (yep mighty fine choice of real estate, there, MS specialist.)
I am so bloody frightened. The cab, the stairs, the curb and guttering, the lift, the long, long walk from a to b.
If I borrow a wheelchair from the adjoining hospital, then it will be probably be okay.
Good Lord, I don't cry often, but the thought of it renders me a sobbing ruin.
Plus side, use a wheelchair, won't have to do those sodding awful balance tests. Point proven, methinks.
I don't want to go. (Childish sookiness.)
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