Unexpected Aftermath of EEG Test - Still on Clonazapam

I had an EEG back when my own Neuro was trying to decide what was wrong with me, so I knew what to expect. Well, I thought I knew what to expect. My "good" left foot has been extremely painful and difficult to walk on for the last few days. At first I blamed it on all the walking we did at the cemetery in my Sketchers, which I now use as Sunday shoes. But I don't think that was the culprit.

I was on the exam table for about 45 minutes, jerking and shaking the whole time. I can't lay down flat like that without setting off back spasms, so I put my good knee up and had my bare foot pressed against the thin pad of the exam table. I must have been pushing down on my foot a lot harder than I realized, in an effort to bear the discomfort of all the jerking. It is gradually improving, but I noticed yesterday that my thigh is also aching. My foot was hurting so badly that I had not even noticed the leg. So, I've decided that's what is wrong with my foot, rather than my shoes. Those are the only unclunky looking shoes I have been able to wear, so I am glad that they probably did not cause my good leg to give me so much trouble.

You are supposed to go up with the good and down with the bad leg, so it was comical yesterday at church trying to figure out which foot to lead with. One hurt, and the other shook! LOL I decided it was safer to lead with the painful one, rather than the jerky one. At least I was less likely to fall.

Speaking of shaking, the Clonazapam may be helping some, particularly with my mouth, but I am staying in a stupor, sleeping through my morning pill alarm, and just generally fuzzed out. He says it will go away --- I sure hope so. Otherwise, I won't be able to take this med.

I can't see any improvement in my foot or my shoulder jerks, though. I'm waiting now to hear about my MRI appointment. I am going to call them today, since we still have not heard from them.

Patience ... still haven't learned it.

Choking Episode

I'm still feeling remarkably well, considering it's been weeks now since I took a PD med. Reading a post on PLM makes me think it's at least in part due to the 6-8 cups of green tea I'm drinking most days. Taking the Turmeric and eating a lot of the Super Foods, mostly raw, probably has a lot to do with it, too.

I'm doing my neck exercises each morning, using the cervical collar daily for about 15 minutes, and using the TENS when I need it, so I'm not hurting much, either.

But I did have another choking episode this morning. It's a little hard to explain. I've done it several times lately with my own saliva, but this morning I had a mouth full of tea when a tiny amount just slipped down the wrong way. I wasn't really swallowing, either. That's what has been happening with saliva, too. I may not know how it's happening, but I sure know the results! I end up coughing and gagging for several minutes each time, and it hurts. I'm going to have to try to figure out exactly what is happening, so I can decide the best way to prevent it.

Other than that, I'm feeling fine. I worked really hard on our collectibles and toy inventory yesterday, and pretty well wore myself out, trying to get it stored in a more logical and organized way. But it was good exercise, and I'm glad I was able to do it. I also added another pile to the lasagna compost. That is slowly building up an area of rich material about 100 square feet or so and over a foot high. I haven't done any walking or Tai Chi for some time, and I do need to get back to it, now that I'm feeling better.

There was a good explanation of voice exercises on PLM, too, so I guess I'll try to add those exercises to my daily routine, too.

And, to finish this post on a positive note, neither one of us have a single doctor's appointment this whole month!!!

This is a Hard Post to Write

I saw my Neurologist yesterday, and it turns out I did have good reason to be apprehensive about the appointment.

First of all, he agreed that I did not have any business having the epidurals on my cervical vertebrae. So, I called my Orthopedist to let them know that they could schedule the Physical Therapy, but not the epidurals. They called back later, and have already faxed the prescription to the PT I used last time, which is close to home. So, hopefully, I will be getting some relief from the neck pain and stiffness soon. Holidays, of course, will be in the way of a regular schedule, so who knows when I will actually start the sessions. It could easily be the beginning of next year.

He also took me off of the Levadopa/Carbidopa plus Lodosyn meds that the ER doc had added to my treatment, since it didn't seem to be helping much at all. Taking too much of these meds can cause dyskinesia, which is involuntary movements. That may be why I had such an odd tremor develop of late, plus all the facial and tongue tics I have been experiencing.

But the news from the exam that has me so upset right now is that he is no longer sure I have Parkinson's. He watched me walk, and I was so nervous by then that he got to see me at my worst. Both legs bobbing up and down like I was trying to walk across the floor of one of those carnival blow up bounce machines, and having to hold out my arms to the sides to keep my balance. Turning around and coming back towards him was just as bad. He had me take off my socks and shoes, and he did all the usual hitting with the hammer. He scraped the bottom of each foot, and also suddenly pushed both feet straight up several times, in a slapping kind of motion.

I have had the foot scrape thing done many times before, and I know what that was testing me for - the Babinski effect. That's a test I failed some years ago when I was seeing a different Neurologist for migraine headaches. As far as I know I have not failed it since then. It has to do with the way your toes curl or straighten out when a hard object is scraped from the heel towards the toes. The normal reflex is to curl the toes inward. If the toes spread out, with the big toe stretching upward, it's a sign of a lower extremity nerve problem. I don't know if I passed it this time or not. He didn't say, and I was too upset to ask. I have tried to look up what the sudden slapping of my feet upward meant, as I have never had that done to me before, but I haven't been able to come up with the right search terms yet to find out what that was all about. He did move my arms around, while I kept them relaxed, and said he did not feel any cog wheeling. That's something he would expect to find if I had Parkinson's, and he has said in the past that he did feel it. It has something to do with the tremors, but that's about all I know about cog wheeling.

They have made an appointment for me with the Chair of the Neurology Department at the University of Alabama in Birmingham. He is the Movement Disorder Specialist in this area, and is supposed to be my best chance of finding out what is wrong with me. Parkinson's effects people in so many different ways, it may yet turn out to be the PD that my Neuro had initially diagnosed.

But for now, he has listed my diagnosis as the Peripheral Neuropathy plus Gait Debility. I'm back to that "not knowing" stage, and it is extremely upsetting for me, and for my dear sweet hubby. Of course, as you might expect with the chair of the department, I can't get an appointment until the end of April. That's going to be a long, long wait that is not going to be easy.

I felt such relief when my Neuro put a name to what was happening to me - even if it was that I had Parkinson's. Now I am in limbo again, and I hate it.

Hubby has asked that I stop reading and researching about Parkinson's for awhile, just to be sure that I have not been subconsciously absorbing the symptoms that I was reading about. That's a fair request, so I have said a temporary goodbye to my Parkie friends on PatientsLikeMe, and will not be doing any PD research for awhile. I am going to continue to try to find out more about Peripheral Neuropathy, though, because there is no doubt that I have that. Unlike Parkinson's, there are definitive tests for PN, which I most definitely have.

I don't know how to adequately explain how I am feeling about all this right now. It's almost as if I found out I was adopted, or something like that. It's like my identity has been ripped to shreds, if that makes sense. I have developed some really close friendships with some wonderful PWP over the last year. Now, with one sentence, my Neuro has put the nature of that relationship in limbo.

This NOT KNOWING stage I am in again is very hard to deal with. I am vacillating between being scared of something worse than Parkinson's, and being relieved that it could be something less progressive in nature than PD.

God is forever trying to teach me patience, and reliance on Him, rather than my own abilities. Looks like He is working on that big time right now. We haven't actually said anything out loud, but I think hubby and I are going to keep this turn of events to ourselves for now. I can't see any good reason to add this uncertainty to our children's lives. They have enough to worry about on their own. So, I will pour out my feelings here on my blog, since no one who knows me personally ever reads it.

In Wait and See Mode

The CPAP machine is getting a little bit easier to stand now, but I still haven't slept past 3:00AM with it on. That represents as much as 6 hours of sleep on a few nights, which is definitely better than before. I am having trouble keeping the chin strap on, as it is a soft band of stretchy material, with Velcro on the end. I need it because I am a mouth breather. Without it, I wake up with a sore throat and a dry mouth, as the forced air is being forced right down my throat.

So, I called the people that the CPAP machine came from, and we will take all the stuff into their office on Monday, and they'll see what they can do to help me.

So far, I'm not satisfied with the results of the Bowel Retraining routine the Gastroenterologist has me on, as I still have difficulty getting my muscles to work effectively. I'm to call him this next week to set up the colonoscopy, if I'm not satisfied with the results, so it looks like I may be scheduling that sometime soon.

So for the time being I'm in a state of limbo, just waiting for the right time to take care of things differently.

I have tried to get more exercise the last few days, but it has to be done at the crack of dawn, literally. I was outside walking around in the front, where the street light shines, at 5:30 this morning. It was already hot, but certainly bearable. I worked in the yard a bit, swept the driveway and sidewalks (a good exercise for my shoulder), and worked up a good sweat. DH and I have both noticed that I'm slowing down again. This symptom of Parkinson's is called Bradykinesia, and it's my main problem, both with my legs, hands, and my digestive tract.

6 Doctor Visits in 6 Days!!

We have kept the roads hot this week, going from one doctor to another, even seeing two doctors twice. But at least I have a better idea of what's going on with several different problems I have been having. I saw my Gastroenterologist twice, and now he has me scheduled to see the doctor he wants me to use for the surgery I need to correct the problem with my digestive system. I was really upset about having to have surgery at a hospital I don't like, if my own doctor performed it. Now I can quit stewing about that. Dr. B solved that problem by telling me that he coordinates for this surgery with this particular doctor, who uses the hospital I like.

I saw the Sleep Specialist twice, too. The nights at the Sleep Study were not pleasant, as I was very uncomfortable in the bed, and the thing they had in my nose felt horrible. Halfway through the night, I got so upset about how miserable I felt that they changed to a different type of mask, and I got through the rest of the night fairly well. Tonight will be my first night to sleep at home with the C-Pap. Wish me luck!!

The tick bite looked really fierce for a few days and itched something awful, but now that I've been on the antibiotics since Friday, my left knee no longer looks like it's getting worse, and has stopped itching.

The Amitiza has turned out to be a good substitute for the Zelnorm that was taken off the market. I'm very pleased with how much it is helping with the constipation problems.

I've been reading everything I could get my hands on about the surgery I am to have, and I discovered that I cannot have Demerol if I stay on my Zelepar. I talked to the Sleep Specialist Doctor about what I would need to do about the Apnea when I have surgery, and I talked to him about the Demerol interaction I had discovered. He suggested I might want to tell them that I was allergic to Demerol, so it would be marked clearly on my chart and they wouldn't dare give it to me. The combination is extremely dangerous, so I might as well be allergic to it, right???

Now the only thing left to do is to make an appointment with the Orthopedic doctor, so I can get another cortisone shot in my right knee, which has arthritis in it. I don't want to be hobbling around the way I am now, trying to recuperate from major surgery!

The Ole Brain's Missing it's Sleep!!

Today more than any day so far I've been able to tell that my mental sharpness has dulled from lack of sleep. I can't count how many strange mistakes in thinking I've made today. DH has sent me home for a couple of hours to try to decompress from whatever tension I might be feeling at Daddy's house, but it just doesn't seem to be enough to do any good. What I really need is a good night's rest.

The really strange part is that I'm not in the least sleepy! I'm not hyper, either. I feel perfectly normal, until I do something really, really stupid, and then I wonder where did that come from. But I really know where it's coming from. I just don't know what to do about it.

I go to the Neurologist Tuesday, so I'll try to last on the sleep the Ambien gives me until then.

Daddy was stronger this morning, and his own barber came over and cut his hair, which pleased him immensely. But he's been sleeping in his chair literally all day today. So whatever happened yesterday morning has taken its toll on him again, evidently.

I continue to battle the digestive problems, trying to follow the new instructions from Dr. B today. No real change, yet, but it's too soon to expect any difference, really.

Doctor Recognized My Symptoms

I went to my Gastroenterologist today, and I went into some detail about the stomach and general digestive problems I've been having for some time now. He recognized what I was describing, and even had a worksheet of instructions already printed up with how to deal with my set of symptoms. He definitely said this problem was caused by my Parkinson's medicine, Requip, and not by the Parkinson's Disease, itself.

I was correct in my guess that my digestive system had basically quit moving things along, but apparently wrong as to the reason, as I thought it was the PD causing it.

Anyway, he assures me I will be feeling much better in a few days, and I'm to call his nurse Monday with my progress report. Hopefully, I will have a good report for her.

Daddy woke up this morning barely able to balance well enough to sit on the side of the bed without falling back over. It was much harder than usual to get him dressed, and I was glad when DH got there, so he could help me walk him to the kitchen for breakfast. By then, Frances had gotten there, and we cautioned her that he was very unsteady. When we got back this evening, she said whatever was going on earlier had passed by mid morning, and the rest of the day was normal. I don't know if he had another little stroke in the night or not, but he sure was different for awhile this morning.

I'm very thankful I have someone I can leave Daddy with that I have confidence in. Otherwise, I probably would have postponed my own appointment today, and that would not have done either one of us much good.

Arrangements Are Made

I talked to Frances last night, and she can stay late Friday evening, in case traffic runs us late getting home from the doctor's, and she can stay with Daddy on Tuesday. So I'm all set to keep both of the doctor's appointments. I've been doing a lot of searching on the Internet, and it looks like the Insomnia is just another one of those Parkinson's symptoms that a lot of people get, but most people don't know about. Let's face it. The only thing most people know about Parkinson's is that you shake, right? And I don't even do that! LOL!

My dear sweet hubby went all the way to Birmingham yesterday to grocery shop, just so he could get me some Soy yogurt. I was rationing the little bit we had left from our last stop in town, and he knew it. So now I have enough to have one every day for awhile. They're full of cultures, taste good, and my tummy doesn't complain. That's a good combination for me right now.

God gave me an angel in disguise when I "found" this wonderful man. We met at church, too! He's a gentle soul, who would do anything in the world for me, and I feel the same way about him. We've been deeply in love with each other for 46 years now, as it was surely love at first sight when we met. I can't even write this without getting tears in my eyes, just thinking about him.

God has been so good to us, with two wonderful children, two fine son in laws, and three great grandchildren. I need to spend more of my time being thankful for all the blessings in my life, instead of dwelling on my present discomforts.

I think about all the horror stories on the evening news, with children being beaten to death by their own mothers and put in microwaves, and it makes me realize how very fortunate I am to love and be loved by so many family members. I take so much for granted, and that's a sin that I need to repent of and make a conscious effort to cleanse from my life. Thank you, God, for your very near presence with me today. Amen.

Seeing My Doctors Sooner

I was quite surprised to not only be able to get an appointment with my Gastroenterologist this Friday, but I was also able to get one with my Neurologist next Tuesday. The Neurologist appointment really surprised me, as I know how long I've had to wait before to get one. I must have lucked up on one somebody had canceled, but I'm thankful for it, regardless of how I got it.

I'm hoping that, between the two appointments, a definite solution to my stomach problems can be found, and I also need to have a different sleep aide prescription besides Ambien.

The Friday appointment won't be a problem, because Frances comes on Friday's anyway, but I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that she can come on Tuesday. She's out of town right now, so I'll have to call tomorrow to work out the details. If she can't, then I'll have to start calling church members to find somebody who can sit with Daddy for us.

I want to thank you, friends, who put up with my daily moans and groans, to give me an encouraging word. I really need that encouragement right now. Our situation with Daddy has settled into pretty much of a routine, but there are still a lot of questions about what the future will hold. It's hard to imagine that he will recuperate from this episode and be able to live by himself again. But I keep reminding myself that he's "graduated" from Hospice once before. He really is amazing! Cantankerous, but amazing!!!

Same-o Same-o

I did go to church Sunday morning, which was a pleasantly normal thing to do, but my stomach acted up, as usual, so I really didn't get to enjoy the afternoon. I did get a good bit of rest, though, which I certainly needed, but I'm still not getting more than a few hours sleep at night. The Ambien just isn't working for me.

Today has been pretty much a repeat of many others, with the accompanying stomach bloating and cramps. I'm being just as careful as I can with what I eat, and I'm not having any bathroom problems, so I have to conclude that this is due to the Parkinson's itself. Just like my legs were moving so slowly before I was on medicine, evidently my digestive system muscles are also moving very slowly. The regular Parkinson's meds don't work on these involuntary muscles. That's what the Zelnorm is supposed to be helping, but I don't really think it is. And, thanks to how lousy I'm feeling, I'm losing a good bit of weight.

So it looks like I'll be moving my Gastroenterologist and Neurologist appointments up sooner, if possible, as I've had about as much of this stomach trouble as I want to put up with.

Took Daddy to the Doctor

We did take Daddy to the doctor yesterday afternoon. We borrowed a wheelchair from one of our church friends, and we have a very nice ramp left from when Mama needed it, so that made getting him there less of a hassle. The worst part was the long wait at the doctor's office. We had a 2:00 appointment, but didn't see him until after 3:00, and that's normal. If he weren't so conveniently close to the house, we wouldn't put up with it.

Anyway, he started talking about MRI's and tests on carotids, and I told him that we wouldn't be doing any of that, because we wouldn't be following through with any of the results. That took him aback for a second, and then he stopped and thought about who his patient was, and agreed with me. I told him my concern was if Daddy might be developing pneumonia, which could be dealt with, and could he get us some help from Home Health or Hospice. I told him that the stress and extra work of the last few days had exhausted my Parkinson's meds ability to cope with my symptoms, and that my legs were very wobbly. He agreed that Daddy should qualify for some kind of help, and he would get his office lady on it. He gave Daddy an antibiotic shot and a prescription for more antibiotics, and that was it. He agreed with me that it appeared that he had suffered a small stroke, but was reluctant to start him on Cumadin or any other blood thinner, because of his age (he's 101).

So, it was a long day, and a tiring one, as only waiting in a doctor's office can be tiring, but I think we accomplished what I had hoped we would. This doctor will get him on Hospice if it's possible, and that will be the help we need to keep him in his own home. The one thing Daddy dreads is ending up in the hospital or a nursing home, and it's important to me that I help him have the Quality of Life that he wants, even if it shortens it a little. As long as he has lived, I don't think that's a bad thing. With the extra help, and all the help that my DH is giving, we'll make it through this. We've known it was coming, as it was inevitable, but it's still harder to deal with than we had planned, thanks to the Parkinson's leaving me with so little stamina.

Busy Busy Day

I walked to Daddy's this morning .... the first time I've done that in about six months or so. He lives about a block or two away, I guess, but we don't have blocks. DH came and got me, so I wouldn't tire out too much.

We had a full day today, making our usual round of the Estate Sales, looking for the really good bargains. We did find a few goodies, too, and I got a lot of walking in. By lunch time I was pretty well worn out, but it was fun. After lunch we went to the thrift store and did some more bargain hunting and then headed to the other side of town for my Gastroenterologist appointment.

Dr. B doesn't seem to think that the acid reflux I'm experiencing is due to the Parkinson's medicines, so he's scheduled an endoscopy and an ultrasound for next week, and I gave more blood today for a liver function test.

As caregivers, we always kept a spiral notebook log of everything that happened concerning our loved one, such as when we gave medicine, any behavior changes, any digestion problems, etc., and we always took it to the doctors. So today, for the first time, we used the new notebook we bought yesterday for the start of my log, writing down Dr. B's directions for me to take my Protonix twice a day and not drink any liquids with my meals. We'll continue to note anything out of the ordinary in the notebook from now on.

My Arms Were Swinging This Morning!

Such a little thing, that we take for granted, and don't even notice ... when you walk normally, your arms swing quite naturally at your sides, without any thought on your part. Well, that's not the case for someone with Parkinson's, and it hasn't been that way for me, either. In fact, I have tried to consciously do it, and I couldn't remember how to coordinate it at all.

Daddy has a long hall at his house, and I noticed for the first time this morning when I walked down it that my arms were swinging again, quite naturally. This is quite an accomplishment, and is sure evidence that the Sinemet is working.

I go to the Neurologist tomorrow, and I'm very excited about seeing him. I'm hoping for a definite diagnosis this time, so I can get down to the business of dealing with handling the meds and my GERD. I'm still having a lot of trouble with that, but I have the Gastroenterologist appointment Friday. It seems to all be coming together.

I'm praying for some definite answers. I realize that Parkinson's is not something anyone would want to have, but knowing is better than not knowing, any day, IMVHO!

Looking Forward to Doctor's Appt. Tomorrow!

I've been able to stay busy this last week, and the time has really flown by, thank goodness. I've had plenty of excercise, so the weakness in my legs is definitely not from lack of use from the extended illness I had with the colitis attack. And I'm off all the steroid capsules, too, which means I've only got two more pills to go and I'll be off all the colitis meds.

Tomorrow we find out the results of all the lab tests they ran on me this last week. We also find out if I have to have a repeat of the EMG tests, because the last doctor did not test any upper body areas. Since I do get trembly sometimes in my hands, I'm hoping he'll do the test again, even though it's certainly NOT a fun test. I've already told him I'd do it again in a heartbeat if he needs me to. He knows how uncomfortable the test is and is trying to spare me that, if possible, but I want whatever will give the most accurate diagnosis, discomfort or not.

I just hope tomorrow's appointment doesn't end up leaving me feeling disappointed that things are moving too slowly, the way last time's did. I really like this Neurologist, and I have full confidence in his abilities, so I'll just have to put my trust in God that he has led me to the right man.

I had my first experience with someone trying to help me when I didn't need their help tonight. I was getting ready to go down the steps at church, which means DH takes the walker and I hold on to the railing and carefully take one step at a time. One of the church ladies grabbed my free hand to help me, and she really was trying to insist on helping, even though I kept telling her I would be just fine. It surprised me that I found that very irritating. I must remember to ask if I can help someone, instead of assuming they need my help.

Diagnosis is Taking Too Loooooong!!!

I went to the Neurologist again yesterday, and was disappointed with the visit, to tell the truth. I know he's a busy man, because we purposefully picked the very best Neurologist we could get. But I feel like he's so busy that this whole process of diagnosing is dragging on interminably, because the appointments are so far apart, and so little seems to be accomplished each time I see him. It's that last part that has me disappointed.

He wanted us to get the full study from the doctor who did the EMG, so he could read through it. If his nurse had called us prior to yesterday's visit, we could already have gotten it, and he could have had that already done. As it is, he still doesn't know if he will want me to undergo that test again, so I'm feeling very frustrated. We went and got the report and brought it straight back to Dr. S's office, and I have another appointment in two weeks.

He did say, after looking at the MRI that we had taken to him of my last lumbar vertebrae series, that he now agrees with the Orthopedic doctor that my Peripheral Neuropathy was not caused by my Degenerative Disk Disease. So, it's not my brain, and it's not my back.

He had a lot of blood tests done, and I have to do a 24 hour urine catch on Sunday/Monday and return the jug to the lab Monday. That's to test for heavy metals, since we do live within a quarter of a mile of an EPA toxic waste site that's cleaned up now, but we lived here many of the years the factory was in operation.

It's looking more and more like he thinks I have Parkinson's, even though I'm not exhibiting a lot of the typical symptoms.

Of course, I'm still holding out that it's just from all the stress I've been under and still am under. I'm writing this post from my 101 year old Daddy's house. He usually stays by himself, and I come in to fix breakfast and supper. Meals on Wheels brings lunch. We call him during the day, and that is usually enough, but he was awfully weak this morning and hurting in his back, so I've stayed with him today, and I'll spend the night here.

This whole business of every step feeling like I was dragging my feet through molasses started sometime last October, but our DD was in the hospital then, and I was staying with her, so I put off doing anything about it until March. The epidurals the Orthopedic Dr. prescribed did a great job of getting rid of the pain, but the walking did not improve. So here I am, and it's September, almost a year later, and I'm still wading through mud with every step. Let's just say my patience is wearing pretty thin.

A Truly Normal Saturday!

For the first time since the end of March, I got out my digital camera and took a series of pictures of an item to put on eBay last night. That's the first time I've touched that camera in all this time. I don't think I could have held it steady much sooner than now, as I was so weakened by my bout of colitis. Anyway, it felt good to actually get a new listing up again, and I plan to get at least one up each day from now on, and hopefully two most days.

My strength has improved some, what with all the exercise I've been doing, but my walking is still very shaky. I have a Neurologist appointment this week, and I'm really looking forward to that. I've been really patient, and I'm praying that this will be the time for all the tests that will help him figure out what's wrong with me.

I am so very thankful to God for my DH, who has been so attentive and so supportive through all these months. I don't know what I would have done without him. I don't know how people, who don't have Jesus to hold onto, make it through the scary times that life can throw their way,either.

A Personal Journal

I've been waiting for six weeks to see Dr. S to find out what he thinks is wrong with my legs. I tried to remember everything I could that he might possibly need to know about my past history. I still forgot to tell him about the Bolt Factory and the functional dysphonia diagnosis I had before I quit teaching. I also forgot to tell him that I taught Chemistry for a few years, but I really don't think that has anything to do with it at all. I did give his nurse my notes about that when we took the old back films to them. But I'm still forgetting to tell them about Uncle Bill!!

He did the kinds of hammering around that I expected and said that I definitely had diminished responses in my legs, but the upper body responses seemed normal. He was sorry that the EMG I had already had did not include any tests of the upper body and wants to repeat that test. He watched me walk, asked DH if I were that slow with everything I did, which I'm not. I did tell him I feel the shakes at times with my hands. I definitely have trouble handling pills and money, and my memory is not as good as it used to be, either, but then I'm not as young as I used to be, either.

I told him about the MRI Dr. Stan had done years ago that showed increased CSF pressure and the negative Babinski test, so he wants a repeat of the brain MRI.

He showed us what a Parkinson's walk typically looks like, and that's not what I'm doing. I'm not walking like the typical Peripheral Neuropathy either, so that's the puzzle of it. I told him about my concerns that it might be psychosomatic from worrying about DD so much and being with her through all her PN hospitalizations. He said that would be the diagnosis of last resort, if I understood him correctly.

Anyway, now I'm trying to be patient while HealthSpring takes their beaurocratic time processing the request for a brain MRI and a repeat of the EMG to include the upper body as well. He wants to do a series of blood tests, too, to check for B12 deficiency and toxic metals I'm guessing.

I liked him and I have confidence in him.