I woke up in the hospital and didn't know where I was. Then I read this note and it said: "You have been here for 3 days." There was no date, no signature no anything.
A good laugh
Then my mom walked in (she lives in SF Calif), and I said omg I must be dying. So in short I said, I thought I have been kidnapped, and she said OMG, so I gave her the note, and she reads it and then says, "Well hell, at least he could have signed it". And we did kind of have a good laugh.
But I just tell myself, I have MS, but MS does not have me, and I get on with my day.
How many specialists did you see before finding "The One"?