She told me I can't. . .

I went to my dermatologist yesterday for my 6 month check up. I told her nothing has changed as far as my skin goes, but I told her about my ankle pain when running, explaining that I'm running a marathon on Sunday and that I'm pretty sure the pain comes from the lack of skin and muscle there. Well, she began by asking me this:

"Well, if I told you not to run on Sunday would you listen to me?"

To which I replied, "absolutely not."

She replied with, "Well, run on Sunday, but I am going to say not to run any more marathons after it."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . and here is the perfect example. . . she told me I can't do something. . . and then continues to speak to me as if I don't know that if it starts hurting I need to take it easy. . . does she take me for some kind of idiot? It is absolutely ridiculous.

On top of that, if she was really concerned about what is causing the pain, you would think she would send me to a doctor who could fix it or help it be more comfortable, right? Well, she said she doesn't know who she would send me to and wants to see me in 6 months again- like always- and if she has to, she will look into a scleroderma specialist she can send me to that is an internist. So she wants me to take it easy, but will do nothing to figure out what is causing it and just assuming it is scleroderma related.

Well, again here I am saying what my ID band says "Don't tell me I can't" because clearly it only makes me want to do it more and better to prove them wrong.

Bottom line:

Don't tell me I can't, because I will.

We leave for Florida at 4AM tomorrow. . . wish me luck!