Just a quick eye-health report. and its a good one. I’ve had 2 OCT scans since I last reported on my eye condition. I saw a new neuro-opthomologist back in the spring, at UCSF, and then back to my optometrist last month. As usual, I give you a summary of all the OCT measurements so far:
Just a quick check-in to summarize my latest (and final!) cardiologist visit a few weeks ago. You may recall that in a fit of being uber-thorough, my cardiologist suggested that I do an echo-stress test. Did the test uncover an underlying reason for my weak arm, and the bike incident? Continue reading
I’m convinced that blog post ideas are a lot like the weather: when it rains, it pours! I’ve got at least a half-dozen, half-baked posts in my head right now, and no time to spill them out “on paper”. But I do need to take a few moments to write about my latest cardiologist visit, before the details are lost in the cobwebs of my mind. Continue reading
In my last post, I had planned on reporting on a visit to the cardiologist’s office, but sad news of my primary care physician’s sudden death (the same person who had given me a referral to the cardiologist) sent my post in a different direction. Here, I’m going to describe what happened that day, once I saw the cardiologist.
I’ve mentioned previously that I enjoy cycling. StarMan and I have been trying to do more riding lately, to whip our lumpy bodies back into shape. Last Saturday, we rolled out onto the streets much later in the day than planned, in the peak heat of the day. On top of the high temperature (about 97 degrees F), the bike route we picked was fully exposed to the sun without any redeeming shade, and involved a fairly steep ascent up a mountain. I’ve ridden this route many times before, without problem, but never in this kind of heat. I’m not sure what kind of stupid convinced us that the ride was going to be peachy, but I’ll blame it on our frequently watching all those hardcore bodies in the Tour de France, who make cycling up mountains look like child’s play. Well, this ride was only the second in my life that I didn’t finish. Continue reading
Over the past year or so, I’ve joined several MS Facebook groups, mostly out of curiosity regarding what MS “looks like” in other folks, in hopes of getting some needed perspective. In some cases, the collective advice and wisdom have been somewhat helpful. On the flip-side, I have also noticed an alarming tendency to attribute every ache and problem under the Sun to MS. At one point, I was even advised by a member of one of these groups to “just blame everything on MS because it’s easier that way”. Maybe, but the scientist in me ain’t buying it. Even more importantly, sweeping everything under the “MS rug” has the potential for doing considerable harm. Take my hand, for instance…
Nearly a month has already passed since my last check-up appointment with my neurologist, Dr.K, and I thought it was high time that I write up a summary of the event before memories completely dissipate.
An entire month has somehow passed since my last post, and what a month it has been. On the work front, I’ve mostly wanted to pull my hair out, but there were some “I can’t believe I get paid to do this” moments as well, such as the day that I gave a technical brief to a veteran astronaut (who is my boss, three times removed). On the non-work front, I’ve received some medical test results which have left me scratching my head. Continue reading
About 2 weeks ago, I had a follow-up neurologist appointment. Below is an outbrief of that meeting, with the usual provision of questions asked and answers given during the appointment. Continue reading
The results from the sleep test that I took last month are in. The test experience was a contradictory mix of painless medieval torture. After all the electrodes were super-glued to my scalp and legs, two tight belts were placed around my abdomen and upper chest (under armpits between breast and chin), a mask-like device with silicone appendages that go up the nose was strapped to my face, and an oxygen-sensor was clipped to and securely taped to my pointer finger, I was ready to catch some zzzz’s. But here was the problem: Continue reading