I went to the neurology office Thursday morning for the nerve conduction test that I mentioned in the previous post. To make a long story short, the neurologist and his assistant zapped my legs and arms with low current electricity and measured the time it took to travel through my nervous system. What they found was that the conduction was slow in my hands, especially my pinkies, almost nonexistent in my lower left leg and completely nonexistent in my lower right leg.
What does this mean? The neurologist has to go over the results very carefully to determine the answer. I may simply have permanent damage, especially in the right leg. I may be dealing with the remnants of Guillain–Barré syndrome or I may have the chronic form of GBS. In the last two cases, outpatient treatment with Intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) may get my nervous system working again. Or it may not. I have another appointment in mid-September to meet with the neurologist and plan the course of treatment. In the meantime, I wait.
Waiting is not my strong suit. I’m not impatient; I just don’t like being forced to sit on the sidelines. Or rather, to sit on the couch while Mrs. Loco takes care of everything. Before GBS, I enjoyed preparing meals and helping to keep the house in order. We’ve found some chores I can do, like folding laundry, but I miss the satisfaction that comes from cooking breakfast or dinner. When I start thinking like that, though, I just need to remind myself how lucky I am; I survived without being put on a ventilator, I have mobility, even if it is reduced, I have a good job with flexible hours with good insurance, and I have an amazing wife and daughter that have been with me every step of the way.