Here we go! The diagnosis, explanation, now an explanation in English, and I’m headed for the door, to rush to the pharmacy to take a drug that I know nothing about.
I’m sure this is high tech for the neurology business. The doctor notices my slight tremor in my left arm and asked how long this is been going on, and I said number of years but I was assured it was nothing but an essential tremor. Wrong! It’s a form of Parkinson’s disease and then the doctor starts to explain a little about the disease, and at the same time observing my reaction. I’m sure he’s glad I didn’t fly off his table on the cold tile floor, because that’s what I felt like. Now, we get a little more high tech in the diagnosis, as I walk up and down the hall and he notices that I shuffle a little bit and don’t move my arms as required. After a final strength test week he pushes on my arms to see if I can still lift the beer can. At this point I’d settle for a good 12-year-old scotch on the rocks. Hell, where is my walker? Think I better visit the rest room before leaving the building. Oh, I forgot to get a Handicap tag, but they don’t match the color of my car!!!!
Still in a daze at this point!! Wait until you read what I do next. Whew.
Next week more insight.