Wednesday, November 4, 2020

November Neurology



I saw my muscular neurologist last week. These appointments are always infrequent and stressful. It's stressful because I know it will involve a lot of testing. This one was no exception. For this visit I tried something new. I drew out an image of my body and what my current issues of concern are. I also made a list and sent it to her ahead of time.

They all shared that the drawing was very helpful. The resident suggested I start a comic strip with her as the main character. That gave me a chuckle.

The clinic had a new Pulmonologist who I really liked. She was very thorough and tested for things I hadn't been tested for before.



She said that I would benefit from a device called a "Cough Assist" and that my lung muscles were testing a little low. Given the lung issues I have that feels about right to me. I'm not too excited about a lung machine, but I'm trying to keep an open mind.

My neurologist chastised me for putting off my sleep study. I rolled my eyes and ordered it after our appointment. -sigh- 


The resident spent way more time with me than my neurologist. He asked me of all my pain what is the worst. I told him my lower back. They both agreed they want me to try physical therapy and if that doesn't help I'll go to the pain clinic for possible injections. I'm glad they listened and offered solutions.

All of this left me completely exhausted and my chest hurt for two days. 


The appointment reminded me that:
  • No one knows what's going on better than me.
  • No one knows what's going on if I don't tell them or show them.
  • Only my symptoms can be controlled, not the cause.
  • Doctors care about what's the WORST, not everything wrong.
  • Some of my symptoms are scary, persistent and nothing can be done to help.
  • Being sick is a lonely experience.


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