Fight the Machine?

I feel good. The best I've been for weeks. Jump out of bed and the feeling remains. Awesome.
At the doctor's I make my mother buy me a mask. Love it. And, yes, I did specially go to a toilet to take pics. Soon the doctor asks me to go inside her office. Tells me that I'm fine and that I imagine the pain. That I sat with my leg over the other. A sick person couldn't do that.
A PERSON ALLLLLWAYS DOES WHAT'S BEST FOR HIM/HER: WHY WOULD I IMAGINE PAIN FOR MYSELF????????????????????????
I keep my mask on. Stare at her.
Prescribes me some new meds. I don't know what these are for. Don't care anymore.

Edit: My doctor calls me and says that she has now spoken to the neurologist that examined me. The neurologist thinks that I SHOULD go to Tartu for computed tomography. If I show no change within the next days.

What am I supposed to think now?>:(