The appt screwed up by the refering dr office (neuro) finally rolled around after four months. I'm condiderably worse than I was when referred but went to see if ANY even razor-thin improvement might be possible.
Con was kind enough to take me, which is no small thing. David's car is hard for me as the door sill is wide resulting in ~7 inches between the seat and the ground. Having my feet under my knees is difficult as I have no core strength to rise from that position so I'm even more of a dead weight than usual.
The appt was 10:45. I was with the dr until noon. It was all the usual neuro tests and the same questions as usual. She was empathetic and pleasant, but basically had nothing much to add other than giving me a chit to give to a home healthcare OT for an assessment. As I suspected it was more or less 'you are totally fucked.'
I'm exhausted today. I would like to have a vacation from the stress but fat chance.
I need to see Dr Herring but I can only manage one thing at a time. I shouldn't take ibuprofen but I am now just trying to get through the current ten minutes perpetually, so I do, a lot.