Monday, March 25, 2013
My Turn to See a Neurologist
I mentioned in last Friday’s post that my youngest son is seeing a Neuropsychologist today, but what I didn’t share was that I myself saw a Neurologist last week for the first time.
I have this strange thing happening to me lately and it’s gotten progressively worse. I’m having body jerks that send a jolt through my body causing my muscles to contract violently, sometimes just once or other times up to 20 times an hour. I decided long ago that they were nothing to be concerned about when my doctor told me they were normal for some people when they felt tired and drifting off to sleep. But over the years, the body jerks have become more pronounced. In just the last few months they have taken a life of their own and now happen when I’m walking around doing things at all hours of the day. Yes I’m tired all the time, but the body jerks are so strong that they can make me jump off the floor.
Over time I concluded my body was in protest after being rundown after years of stress. But a few weeks ago, the body jerks became relentless and by the end of the evening they were affecting my speech—enough to scare the crap out of me. So, I contacted my new doctor who upon hearing my symptoms immediately sent me to a Neurologist, explaining, “No, these are not normal!”
Last week I saw the Neurologist who agreed this wasn’t normal behavior and called these body jerks possible Myoclonic seizures. She said they sounded like a form of Myoclonic epilepsy and ordered an EEG to screen for it. She also ordered a ton of blood work and an MRI, just to rule out the rare possibility of a tumor. Something neither of us are worried about.
As she was ordering all these tests I told her how I read about these seizures and even though they can be caused by epilepsy and some horrible diseases, they can also be caused by stress. A psychological response to stress. I told her that if she knew half of what we’d been through in the last five years she’d see how this would be a perfect explanation for these seizures. My doctor grinned and said, “Yes, that’s a possibility, but I’m not there yet, we have a lot to rule out before we settle on stress as the root of this.”
In the meantime, my boys chuckle whenever my body jolts and say, “Look, Mom is tired again!” It’s turned into somewhat of a joke, but lately, I’m not laughing anymore.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if I was diagnosed with epilepsy and had to go on an anti-convulsant drug like my son? Life can be funny like that sometimes...