"I have a neurological problem" should never be the first words out of your mouth.
A little after 11 this morning I got a call from M: "I have a neurological problem, and we're going from breakfast to home, and then to the emergency room." (She was with J last night. He, by the way, has asserted that this isn't his fault. There was no significant beating-about-the-head last night, apparently. Personally, I'm blaming the nasal lavage.)
Essentially, she has lost fine motor control in her hands, her hands and face have dulled sensation, and she "doesn't have a good sense of where [her] hands are in space." We've been seen by an ER doc and a neurologist, and we're waiting now for an MRI. The neurologist said, essentially, that whatever this is is uncommon enough that it's very unlikely that anyone could diagnose her from the presentation of symptoms alone.
We are, by the way, still having the party tonight.
Essentially, she has lost fine motor control in her hands, her hands and face have dulled sensation, and she "doesn't have a good sense of where [her] hands are in space." We've been seen by an ER doc and a neurologist, and we're waiting now for an MRI. The neurologist said, essentially, that whatever this is is uncommon enough that it's very unlikely that anyone could diagnose her from the presentation of symptoms alone.
We are, by the way, still having the party tonight.