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Show 67 "The Baclofen in your pump actually helps,", he is saying, and he has my attention once again, "even though it was put in for the 'spasticity' of what your doctors thought was MS. You don't have spasticity." He moves his eyes from studying the floor to meet mine for the first time. "You have actual muscle spasms. Constantly." He clenches his fist as if to demonstrate. "Baclofen helps potentiate what GABA you have remaining." He releases his fist slightly. Not completely. He seems to tmst that I am understanding. I am striving not to disappoint. He looks at his watch, and pushes away from the counter where he had been leaning. "I'll talk with Dr. Swinyard about repairing the catheter. He's a neurosurgeon. "And he walks out, leaving the door to bump closed on its own, then apparently thinking twice about that, catches it the instant before it hits in order to steer its closing in silence. I would not have startled. I saw it coming. I lean back onto the pillow and stare unseeing at the ceiling. I have stiff-man syndrome. Even though I am a woman, I have something called stiff-man syndrome. I will have to learn to laugh at the incongruity as I explain this. Funny. I do not feel like laughing. |
