. . . I'm in the waiting area of my new neurologist. This is my first appointment, a follow-up to my initial PN diagnosis of last month. I'm filling out the usual first visit forms and paperwork, and I realize that I can't go through with it. I just can't bear to face another doctor, another examination, another we-can't-tell-you-anything-until-the-tests-come-in condescending b.s. session. So, I grabbed everything, got up and left.

I don't think I'm ever going to see another doctor again. I don't care what I have and I don't care what they are offering. I can't stand it anymore, so to hell with it.

Mshugge, right?