I have an appointment with my neurologist today. I have to see her or the physician's assistant about 3 times a year.
Luckily, it's one doctor's visit that I don't need to worry about having to get naked for and I don't get poked at all. They just ask the same questions - blah, blah, blah.
I'm glad that my appointment is at 1 pm. That gives me plenty of time to get myself and the kids ready in the morning. The Evil Twin is coming home at noon to hang out with them while I make the trek downtown - thank goodness he can do that! I would hate to have to drag them both down to my appointment.
So, I'll get to see if "they" want me to have another MRI. My last one came back with only a slight change in brain activity.
I don't mind the MRI tube. It's comforting. What is not comforting is the daily injection ritual. 8 years old and it still feels like a bitch.
And I am not a needle-phobic person. I have three tattoos. My tats represent something tangible, something beautiful. I can't say as much for my other injections.
I dread these visits for a far more important reason. Will "they" find I've become less a person? Will "they" want me to give a little bit more of me away with meds and appointments and poking and prodding?
I have MS. It doesn't have me.