Ever just have to laugh?
Back from hillside MS Specialist. "Do you really need to use your walker?" she asks.
"No, I just love the glamour." I thought but didn't say.
I did say, "Well, when I have to negotiate hills and walk long distances over uneven ground, like getting to your office, I need to use it."
Silence. Made me do all the tests. Told her I can get my leg reflexes to work if I karate chop my knee with my hand. Silence.
"Now," she said, "if you absolutely want to use Lemtrada, you'll have to have that stent put in your aneurysm first, because it causes blood thinning."
She didn't mention that a year or so ago.
"When are you having that done?"
I told her February, and that the the aneurysm doctor might not do it, if he thinks the aneurysm is going okay. He thinks it's a pretty risky operation for someone with MS.
"Someone else might have a stroke, and they'll probably recover. You have a stroke, and it might be a disaster."
So basically, first do no harm.
Ms MS said, "oh those neurosurgeons worry too much."
"I'm fairly worried myself," I said.
Anyhoo, clutching an order for blood tests as long as my arm, out I went. My mum came with me.
"Can we use that sky walkway to get across the road?" My mother asked.
"Oh yes, and there's an elevator you can take down to the car park."
The elevator was two blocks worth of hospital corridor away. Just as we got to the end of our endless journey, just about out the door and into the cab, and then a kindly hospital helper popped out of nowhere, and said, "Would you like a wheelchair?"
Had to laugh.
Back from hillside MS Specialist. "Do you really need to use your walker?" she asks.
"No, I just love the glamour." I thought but didn't say.
I did say, "Well, when I have to negotiate hills and walk long distances over uneven ground, like getting to your office, I need to use it."
Silence. Made me do all the tests. Told her I can get my leg reflexes to work if I karate chop my knee with my hand. Silence.
"Now," she said, "if you absolutely want to use Lemtrada, you'll have to have that stent put in your aneurysm first, because it causes blood thinning."
She didn't mention that a year or so ago.
"When are you having that done?"
I told her February, and that the the aneurysm doctor might not do it, if he thinks the aneurysm is going okay. He thinks it's a pretty risky operation for someone with MS.
"Someone else might have a stroke, and they'll probably recover. You have a stroke, and it might be a disaster."
So basically, first do no harm.
Ms MS said, "oh those neurosurgeons worry too much."
"I'm fairly worried myself," I said.
Anyhoo, clutching an order for blood tests as long as my arm, out I went. My mum came with me.
"Can we use that sky walkway to get across the road?" My mother asked.
"Oh yes, and there's an elevator you can take down to the car park."
The elevator was two blocks worth of hospital corridor away. Just as we got to the end of our endless journey, just about out the door and into the cab, and then a kindly hospital helper popped out of nowhere, and said, "Would you like a wheelchair?"
Had to laugh.
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