Happy birthday, <lj user=”trawnapanda”>

…and many happy returns of the day.

4 Responses to “Happy birthday, <lj user=”trawnapanda”>”

  1. trawnapanda says:

    thank you so much.

    I spent the morning at trawna western hospital getting nerve transmission tests – this involved a) watching a blob in the middle of a TV screen while the rest of the screen had psychedelic patterns dancing; b) listening to white noise in one ear and a ticking noise in the other (and then trading sides); and c) having first arms, then legs, repeatedly stimulated so that the thumb+fingers / toes twitch. (I felt like a pithed frog that gets zapped with a battery and the legs twitch.) all this while electrical wires all over the scalp and down the spine while the passage of the nerve signals is monitored. Quite odd, actually; but I’ve never celebrated my birthday THAT way before. New ground broken!

  2. chrishansenhome says:

    Are your nerves OK? Some birthday present.

  3. trawnapanda says:

    it’s a followup test – another, friday evening next I get an MRI. all about numbness/tingling on inside of legs from knees down to big toes – prolly diabetic neuropathy (the neurologist decided when I visited her in early October), but the presentation is unusual apparently, hence further tests.

    it was interesting enough, though I could have lived without the pithed-frog part. the technician and I both went to scarborough college [part of UofT], and had the same person teach us analytical chemistry, we discovered. a lot better than your recent nurse-from-hades experiences.

  4. chrishansenhome says:

    Well, diabetic neuropathy is no picnic, but it’s a bit better than some of the alternatives, I suppose. The feeling-in-your-feet test is the one I always get, even though I tell them that I HAVE no feeling in my feet.

    Every two weeks when I go to participate in the ulcer study at Kings, they have a piece of paper with a scale 0-10 of how painful my ulcer is. No matter how many times I tell them just to fill it out with “0” themselves they insist I do it.

    If I get permission to have the gastric bypass, the diabetes is likely to get better but the side-effects that I already have will not get better, just not get worse.