In Shakin' in L.A.

Neurologists have supernatural powers. That’s the only way I can explain how I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. I was checking out of the hospital after a minor procedure when I was told I had a movement disorder. “My movement is messy?”  I thought.  It was suggested that I see a neurologist.

We were early for my appointment and waited an hour and a half to see the doctor. Future appointments would be scheduled for the first appointment in the morning. The doctor came highly recommended. The first thing he had me do was walk down the hall and come back. “Yes, you have Parkinson’s,” he said as I returned from the other side of the hall. How did he know? All I did was walk. I didn’t have a meter on me, no blood was taken and he hadn’t taken my temperature. Next, he had me put my finger on my nose. He held up a finger and told me to touch his finger and go back to my nose. I thought that we must have gone to the wrong office. This guy was a crackpot. He had me write my name and the date on a piece of paper and squeeze his fingers. It was official, I had Parkinson’s! Twelve years later, I’m still walking down the hall and he still tells me I have Parkinson’s.

 

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