I had my doctor's appointment yesterday. She spent a lot of time with me yesterday, explaining the MRI that I had in April. Apparently, all they could see was swelling in the top of my foot and my anchle. Yeah, that's what I figured. There's basically nothing they can see. She gave me a referal to a neurologist. That's kind of scary. I'm kind of scared of what it could be, but I'll pray about it. I'm not so scared of the diagnosis, I'm more scared of the possible tests and things I'll have to go through. I know I shouldn't complain, a lot of people have it worse off than me, they've had more fear and frusturation, but not knowing whether I will have to deal with this the rest of my life or not. If I do, I can deal with it, but not knowing is hard. Hopefully mom can call for an appointment today and we can have a better idea of what I'm dealing with. Well, I should quit whining and go something else.