Friday started off as any other day. I was nervous about our hour and a half drive to see my new neurologist who just so happens to be a Multiple Sclerosis (MS) specialist. My previous neurologist didn't have a clue about MS and enjoyed spending my fifteen-minute appointment time chatting about his vacations and treating me like a child. I'm not a child. I am an educated woman with an incurable disease.
My husband, sons and I headed for the Ohio State University Medical Center's Multiple Sclerosis clinic. That's right, it was a family event. We were on the road fairly early and my sons weren't too excited about the long drive. They were pretty ecstatic to have a day free of homeschool torture though (oh how torturous it must be to sleep until eight and do schoolwork at a leisurely pace. The horror!). Of course, it wouldn't be interstate traffic without the morning commuters. Once we hit Columbus every single crazy person with a license was right next to us on the road. It made the trip to see my new neurologist so enjoyable!