Thursday, November 17, 2016


Yesterday, I went to Northwest Neurology to get my wrists tested. I have pretty bad wrist pain due to playing the piano for years, and lots of typing. I had no clue what the testing entailed, but in my mind I thought it would be something along the lines of moving my arms around, and feeling in-between my fingers or something, so I wasn’t really nervous. I was a little frustrated by the time I got to the right office, because when I got to the Neurology center, nobody seemed to know where the office I was supposed to go to was. Nobody, that is, except for the janitor, a middle-aged blond woman with a mullet. Turns out, everyone’s “directions” had ended me up on the complete opposite side of the building than I was supposed to be.
I finally arrived, five minutes late for my check-in, and out of breath. The receptionist was friendly, and helpful, but the check-in process took way longer than I thought it would. First, there was no paperwork, she handed me an electronic pad and told me to use the stylus to follow the prompts.  The pad then proceeded to question me for the next 15 minutes about my health history, and billing information. By the time I was shown in to the neurologist, I was just  ready to be done, and go home. 
I had never had nerve testing done before, and let me tell you, it is definitely not something you want to do unless you're really going through it. It was NOT fun. I almost quit in the middle of it, but I made it through it. First, a nurse had me sit with my hands wrapped up in a hot pad for about ten minutes, and then the neurologist came in. To test the nerves in my hands, first the doctor taped all kinds of wires all along my arms, and on my fingers. Then he proceeded to “run a light current through the nerve” to test the response. AKA shock the hell out of my arms so my fingers twitched all by themselves. It would have been freaky if it didn’t hurt so damn much.
The good news is the nerves in my hands are healthy, so it’s not a nerve problem. I just hope that I can figure out what is making my hands hurt so much, so I can move on with life. Whatever happens, I am definitely NOT doing that again for a very long time.

C’est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck The System.