Saw my neurologist this week for my 6,000 mile/6 month checkup. This is the man who will oversee and monitor my progress down the path of Parkinson's disease, presumably until I die or lose Kaiser coverage, whichever occurs first. He's a good doctor to have - knowledgeable, sympathetic, and most of all young. He should be able to survive me.
After discussing a long list of things that "Parkinson's Disease for Dummies" says I should discuss with my doctor, he asks me to walk 15 or 20 feet down the hallway. Miraculously, I walk almost perfectly. I said almost. The good doctor announces that I am at virtually the same clinical stage that I was at 6 months ago but that my brain and nerve cells are undoubtedly still progressing down the path of self-destruction. I shouldn't get my hopes up.
He is a good doctor. He is kind. It is kind to quash unrealistic hopes, isn't it?
Let's get him a copy of "good bedside manners for dummies"
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