My second attempt to see a neurologist failed when this time he was sick. I waited over two months for the first appointment. As of today, it's over three months since someone T-boned my car, and I’ve yet to make it to a doc.
But screw it. Life is like a river and when hitting the turbulent parts, there’s nothing for it but to navigate as best I can. I’m not driving my little Miata anymore (damn it) but I’m still moving on down the road.
