porphyria is a rare genetic disease; living with it.

  The first time I walked into your office I was both nervous and angry. I was nervous to see a new physician and angry that I was having to do it. I managed to smile until you grabbed my left wrist and twisted it over to show the scar that runs from my wrist to the center of my hand. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" you demanded. That made me even more mad. I knew what you were thinking. You thought I had tried to commit suicide. What a crock! I copped an attitude and looked at you with disdain. "It's a scar from a carpal tunnel surgery done by Dr. Luke Sampson at NHRMC on 2/13/ of last year" I said. I still haven't finished my occupational therapy.  You DID have the grace to look taken aback. But that didn't stop the inquisition. First you asked me if I was married and when I said no you wanted to know if I had multiple sex partners. What the heck did that have to do with my visit? Right then and there I almost got up and stomped out but my Southern upbringing and my training stopped me.  I explained to you that I had been divorced for 4 years, had NO boyfriends, and probably never would unless I could get the pain in my gut stopped. You said  there was nothing wrong with me. It was all in my head.