In the introduction I explained thoroughly that I used to suffer from hypochondria. I also told you that there is a relation between that and the subject of this Blog. This chapter holds the first reason.
So, my legs are acting weird. My doctor's office is located on the fourth floor of a the building I'm walking towards. Usually I always take the stairs, even when I was suffering from a double pneumonia nothing could stop me from taking the stairs. This time, I didn't know what on earth was going on with my legs. I couldn't trust them, so I chose to take the elevator. I managed to reach the waiting room and literally crashed in to the first seat I came across.
As usual the doctor was running late due to previous appointments, but this was the first time that I actually didn't mind because I was not looking forward having to stand up again. But finally he opened his door and called me in. I grabbed hold of the table I was sitting on, using my (also sensory malfunctioning) hands to lift me out of the chair, walking to the doctor in some sort of a Jack Sparrow kind of walk. Shaking his hand, realizing this is the first time I shook someone's hand since the first time the pins and needles occurred, noticing that I couldn't give the firm hand I usually could, before continuing the Sparrow dance to his office.
This is where the usual act took place. He doesn't look at me, asks me what is wrong while immediately starting to type on his computer. If I didn't say anything yet, what the hell is he typing? Anyway... I had been dealing with the p&n for days now so I could explain quite well what I was experiencing, even though it was hard to find the right words. The ice curtain was pretty new so I found that hard to explain. But the legs, now this had just developed 5 minutes prior, so completely overwhelmed I kind of just threw that in there after everything.
Now because I had been to Dr. Freeze a thousand times when nothing was actually wrong with me, he must have figured this was the same thing, and as always with him I didn't feel like he was taking me seriously.
He said it was probably from the B12 deficit, like I expected and redirected me to the hospital to have my blood looked at. He told me I couldn't eat or drink before that test, so I decided on the spot that I would go the very next morning. I left the office, staggering back to my car and I drove home. I was now seriously in panic mode 3.
I called work to explain what had happened and that I was coming in later the next day because I had to go do the blood work first.
My girlfriend tried to calm me down, saying it was probably nothing and to wait for the blood work. I was so scared that I decided to sleep on the couch, so I could watch TV when I couldn't sleep. Secretly I was also afraid to walk the stairs. What if I couldn't make it down the next morning? Since until then every symptom had progressed the next day.
Finally I fell asleep.
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