Sometimes the winter weather takes a toll on everyone! I spoke to a nurse on Wednesday, and she said that, thanks to the constant snow and cold in our area, everyone is gaining weight, forgetting all about exercise, and feeling a bit like they need some comfort food. Obviously, she mentioned it to me, because I was demonstrating all of those symptoms! Since my trip to the doctor, our family practitioner, I am considering becoming a recluse, like Boo Radley in To Kill a Mockingbird. He was the one who never set foot outside his house. At this time, staying inside seems like a good plan!
Yesterday was the first time I felt like a second-class citizen, a person inferior to everyone else and the object of discrimination. The doctor knows that I recently went on disability for Huntington's Disease, and insisted that I am eligible for Medicare immediately. Well, I have attempted to keep up to date with all of the changes, but I know that there still is a two-year waiting period for patients with Huntington's Disease. The doctor spoke to me as I might speak to a child, or someone with a developmental disability, "All of my other mentally ill patients are able to get Medicare right away." Well, I am not a mental patient, at least not now. That tone of voice hurt, as the doctor sighed and marked my form "no charge," advising me to apply to ObamaCare.
It's so appealing to just stay home and not deal with the stupidity of others! My husband, who is by nature a very outgoing person, has been afraid that I will turn into a recluse, since my diagnosis. It is tempting…
