Doctor, Doctor

Well this morning began yet another exciting adventure into our lives. For the last few weeks I've been experiencing a numbness and tingling in my hands and feet. I've also felt my legs becoming very heavy and weak, where walking and well, staying upright has been challenging. Oh that gravity always bringing you down. My knees look like that on an 8 year old boy, all skinned up and oh so pretty. Ally decorates them quite often with Hello Kitty band aids.

Knowing that these symptoms are not normal, I went to my GP a few weeks ago and he drew blood but it all came back normal. So, off to a neurologist I went to this morning. We talked about what was going on, he made me do a few tricks, trying to stand on one foot, the other being walk the sobriety line. I failed. If only I was full of a few martinis first.

He than suggested that we do a few test to rule out a few things and to figure things out. The one test I have tomorrow is your classic MRI to look at my brain. I hope they don't find a whole village of gnomes in there. The other test I had today, an EMG. It was not so awesome.

Jason the brave soul he is, came along with me today. We trekked on the metro to Chevy Chase. To the neurology center up there where we were greeted by a brutish Eastern European woman, who asked to what relation Jason was to me and sent him out of the room. She than had me change into a classy hospital gown and had me lie down where she than proceeded to put electrodes on me and shoot me full of electricity in various places around my arms and legs. And she didn't talk to me the whole time, and when my body jerked with surprise or pain she told me to lie still and relax. RELAX? Really? Tell you what lady, let's switch places and you can relax.

Dr. Shock Electrodes left and there I was alone in the exam room for an hour and half waiting for the second part of my test.

Second part you say? Wasn't being shot with electricity enough? No it really wasn't. This other doctor came in. A nice elderly Mediterranean man who talked nonstop about heroin addicts and psychotics as he poked both of my arms and one of my legs repeatedly with a needle. Just one leg you ask? He felt how weak my one leg was during the process and had a heart to stop. Nice guy.

So that was round one of tests. Like I said tomorrow is the MRI. I looked into and it doesn't look like any torture techniques are going to be involved. I just need to skip breakfast. That could be torture.

So I will post again tomorrow once we figure more out. It's a wierd proccess, but I'm not freaking out about anything yet. And for those who know me, you know that's a huge step.