I spend a fricking hour waiting in that little room, only to talk to the resident, he got a good view into an emotional wreck of a MS patient. another 45 min waiting to see the actual frickin REAL neurologist only to repeat what I had told the other guy.
Damn asswipe is sending me to a fricking physciarist. That’s fine, I don’t have a problem with that. My problem is that he will not address the MS stuff with me. I’m thinking he wants me in a wheelchair drooling on myself before he will say that the MS is progressing. Damn Sob.