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Down with Lyme | The Second Stop – The Neurologist

Saturday, 23rd January, 2016

The Second Stop – The Neurologist

Sitting in front of the young, female Physiotherapist, I once again repeated my medical history and told her about my bizarre symptoms. She seemed to understand and wasn’t at all put off by my being a medical mystery. “I like challenges, and you seem to be a tough case,” she excitedly went on to reassure me. I felt relieved that finally someone had understood my symptoms and was going to make me better.

It was time for some physical assessment, and I was asked to climb on to the couch. My neck and shoulders were definitely tense and very sore. The range of motion and flexibility of my neck however, was still good.

“Right, I’m going to do some exercises that may hurt and even make you feel worse, but you will see the benefit later on.” I obediently agreed and let the therapist carry out the uncomfortable manipulation of my neck and shoulders. Using all her force, she pressed down hard on my shoulders, like a sumo wrestler crushing down his opponent, to release the tension from my body. I instinctively knew something was wrong when I left the Clinic in more pain and dizzier than ever.

The following weeks saw me bedridden, crippled with pain and completely unable to move my neck. My hopping sensation had increased tenfold and I felt an unbearable fatigue that would not go away. I felt like I was dying. Every small task became cumbersome and as challenging as climbing the Mount Everest. Whatever, the physiotherapist had done, she had not made me better. Her promise had been broken and I hadn’t seen any benefit from her therapy.


Fearing that my neck and spine had been damaged, I requested my ENT consultant to refer me to a neurologist, as my hopping and dizziness was getting out of control.

Sitting in his plush office on a rich mahogany desk, I see an old, tired man looking through my file. “So you seem to be a complicated case,” he says looking up at me with incredible boredom. I recite my medical history once again, hoping that perhaps this wise, old man will be able to help me.

A few minutes later, I nearly pass out when I hear the Neurologist say “we will need another MRI to be done.”


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