The Neurologist

Last night was pretty much like the nights before.  I was wide awake at midnight.  There was an upside to this.  I watched a couple of really old movies on cable and found out which face book friends also seem to be ready to go at midnight.  I tried to read for a while, but mostly I sat there and thought.  The next day I was going to be seeing yet another doctor.  This doctor was a neurologist who came highly recommended by my hot little doctor in Morton.  I did some reading on what to expect, yet I still began to feel anxious.  You remember the night before a first date.  You pretty much know what is going to happen, but still those butterflies are there. My butterflies must have been the size of an eagle last night.    I fell asleep around one and was up at five to begin my day.  I'm sure you realize, I was going to have a partner on my journey to the brain doctor.  Again, she was determined to be there.  I finally realized if I didn't let her ride with me, she would just follow me.   I picked my older sister up at nine and we were on our way.

The office appeared bigger then I remembered.  We had taken my mother into this same office three years ago.  At that time, I was the one going for moral support.  Today, well let's just say, things are different when your the one getting ready to show your ass off , because a certain sister didn't bother to tell me the back of my gown was wide open.  Oh yea, there I was walking around the office.  On my tip toes, on my heels, turning, bending, you name it I did it.  I must admit, I remember her saying as she was helping me get my gown on "do you want me to tie the back?"  I didn't  see a need for it, at that point.  I'm sure as she sat on her little chair in her little corner she was secretly busting a gut.  I, on the other hand was to busy trying to do, what felt like a field sobriety test.  By the way, if the occasion ever occurred that Johnny Law does make me do one, I would fail epically.  The neurologist and his trusty side kick checked me over once and then a second time.  At that point he sat down, rolled his chair to the middle of the room.  He was positioned perfectly in the middle of  Dede and I.  I had to laugh, it was as if when he gave his diagnosis he in no way wanted to get cornered by either of us.  It was what we both expected.  First diagnosis Parkinson's.  He did say that he wanted to do two more blood tests and then was shipping me off to yet another specialist in Springfield. He was sending me to his mentor, as he put it.  I think the doctor I need is this man.

Dr. Gregory House.  If I have any more of those crazy vivid dreams in my future and Andy Garcia is unavailable for the show. I would welcome House with open arms.  That's another funny story.  As Dede and I were listening to the good doctor speak, he began talking about copper exposure and as a last ditch kind of effort he wanted to test me for that.  So I asked him "you mean Wilson's disease?"  He looked strangely at me and said "yes".   As soon as we got outside Dede was like "how the fuck did you know about Wilson's disease?"   Duhhh  I watch House.  See there is an upside to being sleep deprived and watching House reruns at two in the morning.  All in all, it was a good visit.  The diagnosis didn't change, and I got pushed off onto yet another poor soul, but everyone I have been to seems genuinely concerned. 

Next visit I am taking someone who has my back though.
Today has been a good day.  A bit breezy but good.