Seizing Freedom

Tyler

Saturday afternoon we go for the second sitting on my arm.

It went well, Iggy's really easy to talk to and Mike finds him hilarious. He was telling us about some of the weirdest things he's tattooed on people before and we couldn't stop laughing.

Some were clever, while some were just strange.

One girl got a camel tattooed on her big toe. I mean, I get it, it's funny but really?

That however wasn't the most off the wall one he told us about.

One guy came in to get a woman's picture put on his shoulder. Iggy assumed it was a wife or a family member but when he found out it was just a picture of some woman he thought was pretty he was a little shocked.

I thought it would be funny as hell if he actually ran into this random girl one day and had to explain why he had her portrait permanently inked onto his skin.

Talk about awkward.

The rest of the weekend is pretty relaxed, we hang out binge watching T.V. and cuddling Louise. Its kind of sad that I have to fight a cat over who's laying with Mike.

Little bitch.

Sunday Andre comes down to hang out for a bit. He tells me he will pick me up from work in the afternoon to take me to my doctors appointment.

I had forgotten all about it until he mentioned it.

I only see my neurologist once a month now so its hard to keep track. The appointments never take long, mostly just making sure everything's still the same and the meds are doing their job. Surprisingly the meds they switched me too after the surgery have worked longer than any others have before. Usually within a couple months my body gets used to them and they stop working. Maybe with the part of my brain that caused a lot of the problems gone they actually have a chance to do what their supposed to.

I still hate going to the appointments.

After years of sitting in doctors offices getting nowhere it's hard to see it as a good thing.

My new doctor isn't bad, he actually listens to me and asks me what I think. I don't feel like just another statistic to study. Mike came with me the first time I met him and he always makes a point of asking how he's doing. I think he knows Mike's my biggest supporter right now. I hate the way it makes me feel like a burden to him but he always insists I'm not. I still don't like that we can't have a 'normal' life. I'm sure there's a lot of things he'd love to do but just doesn't because of me.

"So I see you dislocated your shoulder again." the doctor points out when he sees the sling.

"Yeah, my boss tried to catch me when I fell and it didn't end well." I chuckle.