Today is Sunday so DH (Darling Husband) and I went to all three meetings of church. That is herculean in scope. I can sit in my wheelchair quite happily, but three hours with minimally safe handicapped ladies room is a real challenge for me. I am grateful we could make the whole trip safely today because attending church meetings regularly is one key to happiness.
So what am I doing in this wheelchair? I wish I could tell you. I have seen the best doctors from Johns Hopkins to Boston’s best to Dallas’ finest. I have followed their orders and submitted to more spinal taps than anyone should have to bear. They have no clue what’s wrong with me and I am tired of trusting in them and their drugs. Their drugs brought on the diabetes which I now battle. Goodness I seem to be venting my frustrations.
I know that people are largely responsible for their own health and I accept responsibility for mine. But I have no answer.
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