My Specialist Appointments
My first appointment with a neurologist finally arrived in March of this year. After spending almost a year on the waiting list, it felt like a significant step forward. Although I had been told when I was first referred that the appointment was unlikely to provide any answers and was mostly intended to put my parents' and my mind at ease, I was still excited. After months of uncertainty, it felt reassuring to know that something was finally happening. The appointment itself was relatively straightforward. The neurologists conducted a physical assessment, testing my reflexes, strength, and coordination, while also asking questions about my seizures and symptoms. I relied heavily on my mum throughout the appointment, as communication can be difficult for me, and I often have little recollection of what happens during an episode. Towards the end of the assessment, the trainee neurologist examined my eyes using a specialized instrument. As he looked, he seemed to become increasingly f...