Talk Jedi to me.
A woman once told me to put a fork in my bra so as to have quick access to it in order to stab men who try to touch me inappropriately.
So now I keep a fork in my bra at all times.
I love my neurologist.
Yesterday I had to follow up with my primary and she basically just sat there and said how I was faking my symptoms and that I should be diagnosed with depression and that she couldn’t help me if I wouldn’t accept that.
Then today I go to neurology and she was appalled that the other doc said that and she’s writing a report against her. She’s putting me on a new med and if this one works out, then she can start to take me off some of the other ones. I am most looking forward to that.
I get off work at 2pm and then I have one more doctor appointment.
