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Today my husband drove me to the Neurologist for my appointment. I didn't realize how tense I was until I noticed that my hands hurt because I was holding them so tightly in my lap. Nervous? Me?

Yeah.

All for naught.

The sweetest words I've ever heard were from Dr. Kwan today.

"I think it's unlikely that it's MS"

He thinks my visual issues are due to optical migraine activity in my optic nerves. He's putting me on a daily medication to see if it helps.

The other issues he's not sure about. He's testing me for other coagulation issues via bloodwork. He's also testing me for lupus.

Oh joy. Lupus.

I'm also having a sleep study and a thing to scope out my heart where apparently I'll be swallowing a tube with a small camera attached. I say 'apparently' because I don't even swallow pills well and I can't see me swallowing a camera while I'm still conscious.

Unconscious? Sure, feel free to shove things down my throat. Conscious? Expect a fight. He then amended his statement by saying that I could 'probably be sedated'

Ah yes, much better.

At any rate, I'm a happy camper today because this second opinion is MUCH better than the first one I received before Christmas.

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  1. There goes my theory that it was multi skilled...........

    Bugga!

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  2. Well, that sounds like good news, I hope.

    I had to swallow one of those cameras a few years ago. They did offer to sedate me, but as I had a funeral to take that afternoon, I refused, and did manage to swallow it whole. it did feel a bit like Alien, having something moving around in my tummy. I'd go for the sedative if I were you.

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  3. Steve, I'm still multi-skilled no matter what the doc says!

    Dave, thanks for your good wishes. I admire you for being able to do that whole camera thing without being sedated.

    My motto is better living through sedation. Or better living through sedation of your teenagers. Either one would work for me. :)

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  4. Fingers crossed. I've had the scope twice. The first time I was brave and did it without drugs. I wasn't brave enough. If you have a sensitive gag reflex like me then you must go for a sedative otherwise people point and laugh at you when you reappear saying things like "Was it you making that noise like a pig being castrated with a fishknife?" You can still feel it with the sedation but you really couldn't give a whatever.

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