Actually, the last two haven’t been so great. I had a FaceTime date with a friend. Always exciting to see a friend give you the pity look. Yeah — totally fun. They look at you like they really have nothing to say because there is no hope, and they just don’t know how to say it out loud.
I luckily got to follow that with a doctor appointment today. First she asked about my back, made not only a frown face, but added little sad noises to it to. That was fun. She then said, “I guess that means you won’t be having a family then.”
Oh … thank you so much for reminding me of all the things I can’t do right now. Plus, that along with the sad noises from earlier made me feel like I won’t EVER be having a family. Way to keep my mood positive and upbeat.
She then let me know how I should be better by now, how it was very unusual for someone to have torn muscles for as long as I have, and maybe I should go to the Mayo clinic so they can figure out why I am such an anomaly. Thanks. So now I am an anomaly. That means, to me, I am even more unlikely to get better because I don’t fit any kind of mold that they have a text book answer to.