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Driving Force

The first neurologist I ever saw was a 2nd-year resident who looked like a high school kid. I’ve blogged about him before; he’s the one who told me he thought I might have ALS after we’d known each other for 20 minutes. He’s the one who told me I might want to reconsider trying for a second child. I wouldn’t exactly call him a bad guy, but I don’t have a lot of fond memories from our time together.

One of the things he told me early on was that everything was going to get harder for me. Walking, stair climbing, driving. I was most concerned about the driving, and I pressed him on it. He assured me that my losses would be gradual, that it would never come down to me getting behind the wheel and being suddenly, surprisingly unable to operate the car safely. Don’t worry about that, he told me.

It’s funny, because it was likely the only reassuring thing he’d ever said to me, and it turned out to be a bunch of crap. Read More>

Adventures at the DMV

I love my disabled parking placard. Of course I wish I didn’t need it, but I’m realistic. It makes my life much easier. Never mind the accessible handicap spots. Did you know you don’t EVER have to pay a meter if you have one of these magical plastic things?

Contain your envy.

But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be to obtain my new blue friend, and that is because the DMV was involved.

I assume that nearly everyone reading this has been to the DMV at some point, and I also assume that exactly none of you enjoyed it. This is not a slam on anyone who works at the DMV. It’s just not a very enjoyable place. Read More>