So, it's come to this...
WGarth Callaghan
So, it's come to this, I thought to myself...
I sat in the doctor's office and was having a three-way discussion regarding side effects. I seemed to have been slipping back into a disturbing pattern. I was getting pretty sick more and more frequently. I had high hopes as we started summer. We adjusted my meds down, and I stopped getting sick. I felt more human. It didn't last.
We came up with a good plan. I'd proactively take some anti-nausea meds a few days before my "scheduled" throw up days. Maybe that would push off that side effect.
As my wife, the doctor, and I wrapped up the conversation, I started to get ready to leave. I thought we were ready to go.
I head Lissa ask, "Oh, and do you think we could get a Handicap Parking Permit for Garth?"
What?!? I am not handicapped! Yes, there are days that the fatigue wins, and walking can be tiring. There are many days that I kick the fatigue's butt and I feel like I could run a race. I do not see myself needing a special parking permit. Well, not on most days, anyway.
So, it's come to this...
The paperwork was ready before we left the office. The DMV visit was uneventful, and a few days later I received my permit. I leave it in my truck, just in case. You never know when it might be useful.
So, it's come to this...
I look at that permit each time I drive somewhere. I see it as another challenge. Can I choose to NOT use it this day? Can I beat this? Can I choose to be stronger than this sickness?
Damn straight I can.