Out of Time

I saw my rheumatologist tonight, and those are the 3 words I didn't want to hear more than anything. And there they were. Out.Of.Time. I knew that's what I was going to hear. I can feel it getting worse everyday, after all. But to hear it said so clearly, albeit with a strong Indian accent, makes me sick to my stomach. So I'm on my way to have a pity party for the night before I have to swallow this whole.