So, Tuesday was my original "urgent" neurology appointment. If I have any say in the matter, I'm going to keep this neurologist. He's assertive without being pushy. Knowledgeable without the God complex. It's refreshing.
Unsurprisingly he had nothing new to add diagnostic-wise, but he is a firm believer of diagnosis before treatment.
He figures it is either some sort of myoclonus, or some sort of tic; but with the falling episodes thrown in, it looks more like myoclonus, possibly myoclonic epilepsy.
He's going to send me for an EEG. Which is what the movement disorder lady said she was going to do back in April.
Hopefully this guy is a bit less patient with test results, and actually sends me for the test.
Oh, and as an added bonus: He's CUTE.
Update on my best friend: she chipped a piece of bone off her hip, and it took 5 x-rays, and 3 specialists to figure it out. She's walking better, because the bone chip is no longer floating inside the joint, but I'm not sure what the next course of action is.
That's What It Means
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