Another date with the doc

Getting ready to go to another doctor's appointment. It's not so much that I am scared about what they are going to say anymore, as much as it is, that I am going alone. Mike's dad will drop me off, pick me up, deposit me at home. The end. I feel myself shrinking away from people, because the person/ people who should care, don't. Every one of these damn appointments makes it worse. I feel more and more like an inconvenience. Or like I am not tough enough, or like I am making the shit up. I have only met one person in my life who really seems to want to be sick, AND SHE'S NOT ME. I really have to say I think it is ridiculous to not only be in pain, but to feel guilty about it at the same time. Don't most people feel guilty when they are experiencing something they like?