A discouraging day…
Well, I’m not really sure how to sum up today. I’m having an EMG scheduled, and more bloodwork done, so I guess I should be feeling encouraged.
Except that the neurologist that I visited literally thought I was insane. He’s convinced that whatever I’m feeling may be not an “organic” issue. Meaning yeah, he thinks I’m crazy. As my boyfriend put it, he seems to be doing these tests out of pity. But I guess the reason he thinks that is because my responses to his little tests all over my body were normal.
I’m angry, I’m confused, and I don’t think I’m crazy. My boyfriend doesn’t think I’m crazy. My mom doesn’t think I’m crazy.
I spent the entire car ride home crying. How can “mental” illness create a drooping eyelid? I’m so angry… this doctor was so cruel to me.