Oh, words. I love you; I use you; I constantly underestimate your power.
This morning I met with my new neurologist. I joked with the receptionist about how I’d graduated to the “adult” neurologist, because the last time I saw one, I was at Primary Children’s. It was long enough ago that I can’t remember my pediatric neurologist’s name, but I remember liking her. I’m a fan of my new neurologist, too, but I’m not a fan of the news she gave me. She corrected the words in the phrase I used to describe my medical history, and… to be honest, I’m still struggling to process it.Read More