Coincidentally I was put in to the same cubicle again and the entire episode started all over again. Sure enough, after a while the same ER doctor that 'treated' me the day before came in to my cubicle speaking the legendary words: "Here you are again!". After which we went trough the exact same procedures again, except for the blood examination, because they said nothing would have changed in a day. Made sense.
The ER youngster was clueless, I could tell from his eyes. He asked my girlfriend what she thought was wrong and she told him everything, from the walking to the talking, from the pins and needles to my eyes. She got so frustrated she told him: "Can't you tell from the way he walks and talks!", his reply was: "I don't know what his normal way of walking and talking is". At which she shouted: "WELL NOT LIKE THIS!". He left.
He came back with a neurologist. Female this time, a lot younger than Bob the day before, but a bit older and clearly more experienced than the young ER doctor. She also went through all the neurological tests I had been through three times already, and she also didn't think there was something wrong with me, surely not GBS. Then she tested the reflexes in my feet. There were none. This was the moment she started to have doubts, because clearly that wasn't stress related and I learned later that missing reflexes are the first sign of GBS.
She literally told me: "I'm far from convinced, but I'm going to admit you to the hospital for one night, for observation". Although being in the hospital is the last thing I (or anyone else I imagine) wanted, I felt relieved that I was being looked after for a while. I had to wait for two more hours after which I was picked up by yet another nurse who took me to the neurological ward, in a room with another guy from my age and an elderly woman.
No comments:
Post a Comment