Yet another fun filled test at Dr. DogLover's office. It ws a nerve conduction study. I had one before, years ago, when I had really bad tendonitis in my left arm. The one in my legs was worse, because once the nerves got stimulated they didn't really want to stop twitching. And, even now, my legs don't feel great.

Of course, I couldn't let on that it was all that unpleasant. It wasn't, really. You just have to get yourself in the right frame of mind for it. The guy doing the test was a little surprised, I guess...

...he said he usually had to B.S. people into continuing the test. Then he told us a story about some hot shot executive who couldn't take even the first part. He told it as a funny story, but I actualy felt very sorry for the person. Maybe my life would be better if I were tough in business. And the poor Hub: as soon as we were out of the office he told me he thought he was going to barf just from watching the test.

Good thing he never had to hang out with me during childbirth.

Anyway, the test came out okay, within acceptable limits. Great, I guess. Actually, it is. It supports the idea that whatever is wrong with the nerves in my legs it can be fixed - maybe without surgery. Pinning a great deal of my hope on the yet-to-be-seen orthopeadist.

Forgive my bad attitude - orthopeadists were the crowd that got me into this mess in the first place. Dr. S. a softspoken man whose talent was mainly soft selling semi-experimental procedures to 10 year olds and their mothers. Then he disappeared after I was enmeshed in the wheels of the Kernan Outpatient Clinic run with iron fisted efficiency by a woman who might have been a Viking in a past life. Her name in this life was Theodora. I'm not even kidding. And Dr. Dimwit. That wasn't his name, of course. It was just his disposition. I remember one time he had to give us his phone number and he didn't remember it. He may not have called himself very often, but that wasn't the point. Take out a business card and write it down, pretend your pen is out of ink while you think about it. You're supposed to inspire confidence in people, not rely on the understanding of over-poked-and-prodded teenage girls.

But I'm not bitter. Much. Actually, those guys maybe I can forgive. It's the dude who later told me that my twisted, bent, rotated spine was "no problem" but in the next breath was "too complicated for physical therapy". At that time I just decided "this guy doesn't know what he's talking about" and gave up.

Can't do that now, when if I try to drive for more than half an hour my feet go numb. Got to take all the help I can get.

More news later....