This morning I went to the neurologist for my tingly feet.
He asked me about a bazillion questions and poked me (with everything from a Que-tip to a tuning fork) about five bazillion times.
Diagnosis: I need more tests.
He referred me to another doctor (a neurologist) who is going to do an Electromyogram and a Nerve Conduction Velocity test on me. I'm not looking forward to having needles inserted into my muscles.
I'm also going to have a metric shit-ton of blood work done - everything from ebola to vitamin deficiencies. I actually sat in the lab waiting room for over 30 minutes before finding out that I need to fast before getting my blood taken. I'll be grumpy and bloodless that morning - so misfits beware.
This afternoon, I discovered that my house key was inside the house and that Cub and I were locked out. We had to call Buttin to come rescue us. Cash decided to entertain himself by taking hilarious (to me) videos of himself.
glad to hear you are on the marathon path of getting it done and getting some answers. sounds not fun.
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