I sing the body electric.
While you religiously schedule regular checkups—medical, dental, car, etc.—you’re awful about going to the doctor for unscheduled breakdowns. You tend to save up lots of little problems and take the whole rag-and-bone shop in at the same time. Last May, right after classes ended, it was a wart on your finger, worsening plantar fasciitis, and an odd numb sensation you’d developed on the left side of your face.
Your doctor handily freezes the wart with a magical hiss of liquid nitrogen and arranges a shot of cortisone for your foot. But she says, “I don’t like the facial numbness. I want you to see a neurologist.” You don’t think too much about it because you’re freaking out about a needle being inserted in your heel, but it ends up being not that bad. You walk tenderly to the front desk and make another appointment. You go home, where your son pats you on the face and you barely feel it.
A neurological assessment is a bit like a DUI checkpoint—lights shining in your eyes while you touch your nose and balance and walk imaginary tightropes—except you also get… Read more »