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Tomorrow (today?) I go to doctor number 21 (I think anyways) They are supposedly supposed to know about my medical history and know how to help me, though I'm not holding my breath I'm still hoping. This last week I've made it to school 2 out of 5 days and have only been able to walk 3 of the 7 days. I know I'm getting worse and that I'm stuck with this disorder that has very little known about it but it's still frustrating to hear the same thing repeated again and again about how there's nothing that can be done to help other than more pain meds and more mechanical braces and/or less activity and how I need to consider filing for legal disability.

I swear if the only suggestion I get is for another surgery or that I go back to being in a wheelchair I just may walk (hobble?) out.

And if I'm really hoping I don't get a death stare or a comment about how it's "not appropriate" when I say that "I used to be very active until I took a genetics to the knee"