You can't avoid the blindingly obvious. I went two years thinking, um well, it's not a bad back, and oooh my foot is unusually numb, think it could be, desperately hope it is not.
I saw the doctor's MS pamphlet on her desk before I was sent to the neurologist. She shuffled it away into a drawer, but I knew.
Double vision was the decider.
Saw the look on the MRI reader's face, though he wouldn't tell me. I knew.
I don't blame the doctors who saw me when I had numb feet, and wanted to sleep for a month. I didn't want to know, either.
I saw the doctor's MS pamphlet on her desk before I was sent to the neurologist. She shuffled it away into a drawer, but I knew.
Double vision was the decider.
Saw the look on the MRI reader's face, though he wouldn't tell me. I knew.
I don't blame the doctors who saw me when I had numb feet, and wanted to sleep for a month. I didn't want to know, either.
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