I went to see
my HIV doctor on Tuesday, at his request. I went because I’d not seen him for
several years; I’d felt no need to. As soon as I spoke, he (Dr. Montaner, whom
I adore) kind of freaked out.
He asked me if
I had ever seen a neurologist. I told him I hadn’t. He excused himself and came
back with Dr. Guilemmi (whom I’ve seen before) and another doctor.
They asked me
about my arms. I told them what has been going on, that they tremble. Twitch
and cramp a lot. They asked me about
falling and I told them about losing eeling in my legs. By now I was dripping
with sweat and speaking with them in my Rand voice because my stutter was so
bad.
Dr. Guillemi is
going to talk with Dr. Shoja (the psychiatrist who treats me) and Dr. Pimstone
(the cardiologist who treats me) to see what they have to say about my speech and
they are sending me to a neurologist. If all the specialists all are unable to
explain my symptoms, Dr. Montaner is going to change my HIV medications for
three months to see if my stuttering and the jerking stop. (One component of my
medications can affect the central nervous system.)
They asked if
there is a history of Parkinson’s disease in my family. I told them I am
adopted. They asked me if I had ever had syphilis; I did, in 1974.
I had to change
my shirt when I got home because I was so stressed out by the whole thing I’d
sweated myself soaking wet.
I bailed on
Dwight and went to Robin’s opening tonight alone. That was a BIG mistake. I
couldn’t speak to anyone so I came home early. When I got home, I saw that UBC
Hospital had called. There was no message but the number is my cardiologist.
Here I thought
everything was settling down. I’d accepted the stuttering and I’ve been feeling
rather strong in terms of my C-PTSD. Now I feel something has hit the fan.
I can’t imagine
that I have Parkinson’s disease. In fact I am certain I don’t. It seems to me
that if I had Parkinson’s I would not have episodes of such clear speech. But
it has to be ruled out. Then will come a change in my HIV medications to see if
my stuttering stops. So I have another four
months of experimentation to go through before, for the second time, I can accept
my stutter and get on with life.
When, recently,
I was advised of having arrhythmia, it freaked me out. So has this conjecture
about Parkinson’s. I can’t help it. Since last April, my life’s been turned
upside down. I’ve become a total nervous wreck. I am very lucky to have such
dedicated physicians but I want to stop seeing them all the time.
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