I don't know why this was so hard for me. I think I was afraid that if I asked the doctor to submit the form, I would discover that he doesn't really believe me about how bad my illness is, because he usually sees me in the mornings, when I don't look so bad...but of course my fears were unfounded. Thanks to all who encouraged me on this. I think there's something pscyhologically difficult about having an up and down disease like this: you start to doubt yourself.

He asked me if I had had any falls, and I told him just the one off my walker, which wasn't due to myasthenia but to stupidity, which is an incurable disease. It is a treatable disease, though: I won't be riding my walker around any more, I can tell you that. I wonder if you can get a handicapped parking certificate for stupidity.

Abby
who's plenty smart in ways that don't have to do with common sense