Halloween fun.

I saw a neurologist on Friday as an emergency,she says that with all the neuro tests and without the brainscan her best guess is that I am having a bout of 'brain inflammation' and that, subject to scan confirmation, if it comes back again it will be considered MS if it doesn't it will be called a bout of inflammation.She won't give me any drugs for the spasms etc until the scan results are through,so I have to wait now until at least the end of November.Well you could have blown me down with a feather,when I woke up this morning and my legs are working again.So for five days no legs then day six legs again !!!

I thought I would go for a Halloween theme today so here are some nice creepy medical bits and bobs.
 cacodemonomania   are you possessed ?

The bat recognises you and is coming back for more blood.

 Ghost's are a load of bollocks or should that be the other way round?    Bottom right article.

 Don't trust the garlic.

 Mathematical modelling of a zombie attack.


Inverse zombies, anesthesia awareness, and the hard problem of unconsciousness.  Real horror this one.


As an aside to those in the know,some people just shouldn't be allowed to use a pooter,the old PICNIC acronym(Problem In Chair Not In Computer) is just perfect.

I am not even disabled yet.

Today I am really low on spoons I tried to get up this morning and the muscles in my back were as solid as a whalebone corset,

 I managed to shower and dress went down the garden to feed the chicky doodles only to discover by falling in the back door that I can no longer lift my right leg high enough to get up the step.I went to work,I can still ride the bloody bicycle although getting on and off it are becoming increasingly comical,they are on holiday in Thailand(lucky sods) so I have the job of feeding and watering the cats and the chickens,I went to fill a jug with water only to discover the weight of a plastic jug and a pint and a half of water were enough to set my arm shaking so badly I dropped aforementioned jug,luckily it landed in the sink,I had a cup of tea and a think then  took out two half filled jugs to the chickens.
When I got home I was feeling pretty damned down,even more so when the postman didn't bring an appointment from the hospital for a brain scan.Having sat snivelling to myself for a while I took a decision,I got myself an afternoon appointment at the docs,I was seen first by the young doctor who then brought in someone else who also went and got another doctor,having said how "disabling" my condition is becoming they are going to try and persuade the neurology department that I need to be soon PDQ,sadly there isn't an appointment available for a brain scan until 24th of november,so I will have to go back to neurology again soon after that.
All of this just as our kindly overlords are showing an extreme aversion to noblesse oblige and making going on the sick virtually illegal,I am so bloody scared now.
If you are affected by the government cuts and are disabled or a carer go have a look at this site.A bit of activism is good for the soul. Broken of Britain

The Curious Incident of the Jelly in the car-park

My friend Karla offered me a ride into town and back,more an 'in transit visit' than a serious shopping trip.We ended up at Lidls,obviously wearing our favourite balaclavas so no one would recognise us.
We bought a few bits and pieces then loaded the car and went to pull away,there was the most worrying clunking noise coming from one of the wheels, so we drove back into the car park and had a look and gave all the tyres/wheels a good kick,well Karla did,with my dodgy pins I would have been a heap on the ground had I attempted tyre abuse.  Nothing wrong,pulled away again,clump clump clump went the wheel.....................
There was a nice rowntree's strawberry jelly stuck to the rear tyre,the cause of an awful lot of noise followed by decidedly dodgy jokes and a lot of laughter.
On the subject of laughter,I have been looking round the interwebs trying to self diagnose,now you might think this isn't a good idea but truly when you are really worried there is nothing better than a self diagnosis of Tropical spastic paraparesis,even better I have never been to the 'tropics' in fact no one I know has been in yonks,or how about this  diagnosis Conversion disorder,you see really I am fed up so my brain is pretending my legs hurt to distract me.
Seriously,life does have a lighter side,the kids reckon they will just throw me in nursing home earlier than planned and as for the people I work for,it is starting to be embarrassing when they offer to carry the vacuum around for me or pick up things I drop to save me bending down,just how good can bosses be?

Too much codeine

I have some co-codamol here for shoulder pain whilst I await a response from the local physiodirect bods....
Too much codeine makes one slur and giggle like a tipsy teenager,it does not sit well on my near fifty year old shoulders,in fact tablets having worn off I am now quite embarrassed ,sorry friend Grubby for the strange phone persona..............

I rang the hospital today(several times) as per the recommendation of my GP and lots of friends who think I am  cracking up,I finally got through to my rheumatologist's secretary,she will get back to me,they seem not to have had the results from my MRI which was performed two weeks ago and about a hundred yards from the rheumatology department.
The henny pennies are currently leaving feathers everywhere,I hope they are all feeling silly in their near nakedness a full moult is not a good look.I am however running about the garden gathering the prettier feathers for washing and assembling into a chicken making kit for my fabulous (ignore the false date on the photo,I must nag Sam into setting her camera up properly)granddaughter,seems she hasn't worked out how to make playdough feathers,so I figured the real things and a pritt stick would work wonders.

Oh and here is a gratuitous photo of the increasingly handsome Rory-James.

Just in time for the cuts.

I have just spent half an hour on the phone to physio direct our local refer yourself physio service,all I needed was an appointment with the physio when she is at the docs surgery, as I have hurt my shoulder probably whilst dragging myself up the stairs by the bannister thanks to the other nonsense.Blimey it was like twenty questions,in fact she needed or wanted to know more than my rheumatologist did.I finally persuaded her I wasn't up to cycling 9 miles to the hospital for physio.
For years I have walked in a slightly lopsided fashion, enough to warrant an occasional "oh have you hurt yourself"type comment from friends and relatives,I always dismissed it with "oh I have a slight scoliosis it must knock me a bit off centre" but now I wonder.
I had my appointment with my rheumatologist for my psoriatic arthritis and he decided what I thought was crippling tendon pain and pins and needles was in fact "markedly increased muscle tone with bilateral clonus along with a reduction in sensation in the S1 dermatome"
They did an xray of my spine which showed no changes from the last time it was done,I have had an MRI but haven't had the results yet,I have several choices of complaint,a slipped disc could be causing the symptons or it could be worse,not only do I have  all these tests I now have to see a neurologist,seems MS or an MND are also possibilities.Just my bloody luck,crippledom just as the tories are clamping down on benefits.
PS.
Don't tell mad nad I blogged whilst disabled and working or she might be tempted to tell tales about me.