I think I'm losing my mind, because I can't remember if I've had an MRI before. I remember worrying about my toe ring and them telling me it should be no problem, and it wasn't. When the heck was that? I feel like I remember it -- would I have gotten an MRI for dental work? Probably not. No. It wasn't that.
Oh, well, I'm having one tomorrow. I want them to find something obvious so I know what's wrong and can fix it.
What if I can't fix this? I'm working toward getting on the road again anyway. I love my sister and this way of life, but I crave freedom and experiences.
OK, reality check. I can't remember when I had an MRI or why. I am clearly not okay. I don't have any resources, I owe people money, and I have to get well. I hope my MRI gives me some answers and a road map, but it's going to be a long journey, nonetheless.
Let's go!
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