Histrionic Progenitor Isn't it obvious?

Breaking Point

However you want to put it, tonight I ran out of rope.

I don’t remember the last time I cried at anything that actually mattered.  (I cry about stupid shit like “waiting for my real life to begin” on Scrubs)

Yesterday, a nurse practitioner from Dr. Maiman’s office called and explained that there is nothing wrong with Heather’s spine, that this is not a neurological issue, and that we should follow up with urology.  Never mind the foot drop, the weakness, numbness, the pain, the burning skin, and the fact that we already followed up with urology and they told us that it is without a doubt a neurological problem.

Please keep in mind, I have the deepest respect for anyone in the medical industry.  Given that: if you can’t say anything intelligent, keep your mouth shut.

It took a day to sink in, but this evening after work, I broke down with Heather and we just cried and held each other for a while.  I also called Dr. Maiman’s office and demanded an appointment to talk with him and not some lackey.  We’ll see how that goes.

I’m tired.  I’m hurting.  I can’t do this on my own anymore.