Yes! March had finally arrived. My long awaited appointment was now only two weeks away. I called and checked my appointment time and made positively sure my records had been sent. Mapquest directions were printed out and tucked away in the car. What if they canceled my appointment. What if there was a snowstorm and the roads were bad. I couldn't wait any longer for this consultation. I had to know my fate no matter what it was going to be. With all this cluttered in my mind I waited and waited.
The week before the trip I called and pre-registered to insure we could go directly to the Doctor's office. I'm sure they thought I had a drink in my hand as I stuttered and slurred through the conversation. Also had a coughing fit and dropped the phone while trying to blow my nose. The patient woman laughed when I said I had ALS and really was a very sober person. I still wonder if she believed me.
KLEENEX
I have stopped wondering why I burst into tears every so often. Years ago I blamed it on hormones. Now I blame it on ALS. Somewhere in my research I was told to expect the unexpected and took that advice with a grain of salt. Now I know why. The following is a list of occasions that inspired my tear glands to work overtime.
An empty cake box
The phone ringing
The phone not ringing
An old beat up sweater
Trying to put socks on
Trying to take socks off
The thought of selling my car
Choosing music for my funeral
Listening to "Meatloaf"
Making the bathroom in time
Not making the bathroom in time
Etc., etc., etc.
No sense fighting the tears and they made me feel so much better. Funny thing, though, and I read this somewhere, too. A fit of laughter sometimes follows which makes everything okay again.
