The psychiatric doctor’s office is on the second floor. Without an elevator.
And I can’t. Use. Stairs.
To those who do not know my situation, I have a neuromuscular disease which atrophies my muscles. Recently my knees have been atrophying. My legs are atrophying so it is incredibly hard to use stairs now.
Using stairs will inevitably ruin my knees and make me suffer in pain and ruin my knee joints. My doctor told me not to ever use the stairs again.
How on earth am I ever going to go there now?
Oh my god. So my mom went by herself and I am going to call my pdoc separately. No face-to-face appointments unless we find another doctor’s office.
What the heck. I hate inaccessibility.