Back from the neurologist
Interesting experience.
The medical assistant asked why we (my daughter and I)were there. I blinked. “Because your office called me for a follow-up?”
She looked thoughtful and glanced at my daughter. My daughter essentially said the same thing.
When the doctor came in she seemed ever so slightly agitated. “My PA told me you seemed confused about why you were here.”
I said, “I know why I’m here. You wanted to do a checkup at six months. It’s been six months. So I’m here.”
She nodded, but it appeared that wasn’t the right answer either.
I keep forgetting I’ll be 75 in a couple shakes of a lamb’s tail, which makes almost anything I say suspicious.
She proceeded through the usual neurologist’s physical tests. There was a new one. She lifted her left foot and rubbed her heel on her right shin. “Can you do this?”
I could, and did. Then she started discussing medications, specifically Keppra, which they prescribed because they thought
I might be having ‘absence seizures’.
As I told her, I don’t know if I was having absence seizures or not, but when the Keppra started, the weird ‘losing time’ thing stopped. While assuring me that Keppra had virtually no negative effects, she asked if I wanted to wean off of it.
I answered, “I figure, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
All vital signs were as good or better than one would hope.
She wanted a blood test, and I agreed. We decided on a one- year followup and left.
While we were waiting at the lab, the doctor called my daughter, asking if I would want an Alzheimer’s test, she’d forgotten to ask me during the appointment.
My thought was, if SHE’S forgetting things, why do I need the test? I’ll think it over.
When I had initially walked into the building, there was a noticeable sign: “KNOX BOX behind column” right of the entrance.
As she was walking us out I asked “What’s a KNOX BOX?”
My daughter and the doctor glanced subtly at each other. They said they didn’t know. I explained about the sign and then we all walked out and after I pointed out the sign they had both missed, the doctor admitting she walked past it several times a day, we said adieu. She still didn’t know what it was.
Why do I feel like I played volley ball for an hour, only there were land mines on the court?
The medical assistant asked why we (my daughter and I)were there. I blinked. “Because your office called me for a follow-up?”
She looked thoughtful and glanced at my daughter. My daughter essentially said the same thing.
When the doctor came in she seemed ever so slightly agitated. “My PA told me you seemed confused about why you were here.”
I said, “I know why I’m here. You wanted to do a checkup at six months. It’s been six months. So I’m here.”
She nodded, but it appeared that wasn’t the right answer either.
I keep forgetting I’ll be 75 in a couple shakes of a lamb’s tail, which makes almost anything I say suspicious.
She proceeded through the usual neurologist’s physical tests. There was a new one. She lifted her left foot and rubbed her heel on her right shin. “Can you do this?”
I could, and did. Then she started discussing medications, specifically Keppra, which they prescribed because they thought
I might be having ‘absence seizures’.
As I told her, I don’t know if I was having absence seizures or not, but when the Keppra started, the weird ‘losing time’ thing stopped. While assuring me that Keppra had virtually no negative effects, she asked if I wanted to wean off of it.
I answered, “I figure, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
All vital signs were as good or better than one would hope.
She wanted a blood test, and I agreed. We decided on a one- year followup and left.
While we were waiting at the lab, the doctor called my daughter, asking if I would want an Alzheimer’s test, she’d forgotten to ask me during the appointment.
My thought was, if SHE’S forgetting things, why do I need the test? I’ll think it over.
When I had initially walked into the building, there was a noticeable sign: “KNOX BOX behind column” right of the entrance.
As she was walking us out I asked “What’s a KNOX BOX?”
My daughter and the doctor glanced subtly at each other. They said they didn’t know. I explained about the sign and then we all walked out and after I pointed out the sign they had both missed, the doctor admitting she walked past it several times a day, we said adieu. She still didn’t know what it was.
Why do I feel like I played volley ball for an hour, only there were land mines on the court?
