I don’t know what happened today…I got up at 9.30 so I could be functioning by 11.30 when my Mommy picked me up to go the rheumatologist. He was running 40 minutes late (I hate that! Do doctors really think that their time is SO much more important than ours?) I said to Mommy, prior to going in, that I had no idea why we were actually there.
So, finally, we were granted an audience.
He said: So, what’s been going on since I last saw you? Quick medication and treatment update.
He said: Well, I see my job as ensuring that we haven’t missed anything and we’ve tested you for everything so we haven’t missed anything. You should keep doing exactly what you’re doing. I know of sufferers who have started off as badly as you but, within 5 years, have their pain and fatigue under control enough to return to work part-time. So, I don’t think I need to see you again unless something drastic happens.
Like I said earlier, no idea why I was there.
When I returned to the salon, I crawled into the pedicure massage chair, while I waited. The Mommy dropped me at home for a rest.
Now it’s 9pm and I’m exhausted; and I didn’t really do anything (except for the walk) but I’m ready to take my night meds and go to bed. So, what exactly happened today?