So this was me back on March 23rd…not quite a month ago, but close enough…and on the day of my lumbar puncture.

Of course now I’m looking at this picture & thinking, “Why did I take this again?”

Well, at the time I thought I never really put pictures of me up & I ought to take one.

Granted, the doctor had just finished the procedure & stepped out telling me to lay down for an hour before he came back, but there I am – post torture & determined to take an idiotic picture of me.

And what’s with the whole hip thing?…

But that’s not the real question I’m asking myself tonight.

The real question is, “Why didn’t I just call the doctor today?”

It’s Friday – Friday night, to be exact and yep – you guessed it. Still no word from the doc.

People have been asking me why I don’t just call him & my immediate response has always been “because I want him prepared”.

I don’t want to have one of those “I-only-have-2-minutes-before-heading-in-with-another-patient-and-I’m-calling-you-back-out-of-guilt” calls.

I wanted him to have time to review everything as a whole, to consult again with the Radiologist who’s dead set on it being MS, to possibly consult with the next closest military Neurologist in  Japan.

I wanted a conversation…not a proclamation.

And now I’m regretting that decision as I sit through yet another weekend without a word.