He left for a while and came back with the results of my blood examination, which turned out fine. I had expected this (although it was a revelation to hear my cholesterol was fine) since that still meant GBS was an option, but it didn't help my case at that very moment. For all I know they still thought it was stress related. He then left again for a long time.
Finally he returned with Bob, the neurologist. Apart from my own name, I'm not using any real names in my story, whether my experience with them is positive or negative. I don't know if they would appreciate that so I will use fictional names.
Neurologist Bob is a male well in his 50's. Where I was happy with a young ER doctor, I was even happier with a very experienced neurologist. It is such a specialized area that I prefer someone who has been doing it so long that you would expect that he has at least seen one or more GBS patients, I finally caught a break, or so I thought.
Bob did the same neurological tests with me, but extended them a little more. Asked me the same questions. Listened to my GBS fear and then left.
After more than an hour he returned to me. He said "I don't think there is anything wrong with you! I think you went through so much stress that this is the way your body is reacting. You need rest and nothing more!"
Now I KNEW that wasn't true, but this was exactly what my mind wanted to hear at that moment. So I simply accepted that diagnose, and let them send me home without any argument.
When I came home, my girlfriend nearly chopped my head off in anger, because she knew this wasn't true. And it didn't take very long for her to be proven right....
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