I started the day with one appointment and ended the day with four new appointments between now and early July.

My oncologist asked if there was any particular reason I didn’t do my infectious disease and rheumatology appointments. I explained that I was too tired, there were too many things going on, and I needed a break.

He understood but encouraged me to see the rheumatologist because of my positive speckled ANA results, and then he mentioned some soft tissue shenanigans and wondered about lupus.

Man, I am not Googling that shit again.

I asked the doctor if there was any rheumatologist he could refer me to in Illinois. I knew the answer. Dan’s been trying to get one for his psoriatic arthritis for a hot minute without luck. But I had to verify.

(For those who haven’t heard: if you’re pregnant in Missouri you can’t get a divorce even if your spouse is abusive. And that’s not even the half of it. Missouri is bass ackwards, and I hate the idea of my money funding that fuckery.)

“Should I send the referral? Are you OK with seeing one in Missouri?”

He held a finger over the mouse, waiting for my answer before he clicked.

“I guess,” I said. “I don’t really want to, but I guess I need to.”

So it’s, MRI, CT, rheumatology and oncology in the next 7 weeks. I’m not sure how that sounds to the able-bodied. But to me it sounds like pure hell. Heat, car rides, labs, tests, insurance, doctors. Ugh.

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