Friday, August 17, 2012
So I'm headed out the door to the Rheumatologist... on one hand, excited to go and maybe figure out what's behind the flare ups of exhaustion, joint pain and swelling and fever. On the other, worried it's just going to end up being another case of, "you're fat and it's in your head." (Implying either depression or malingering.) And on the 3rd hand, worried that it might actually be something and that it might be A Very Bad Thing.
No more time to fret through, have to get going if I'm going to make it to Henrietta in time.