What I Did on My Friday the 13th
Thank you, kind, dear people for checking in, for praying, for thinking of me. I had the EMG. It was negative. That is very good news. When the New Rollogist said, "It's good news and bad news," I knew it was good news. "Positive" would have been "confirming for ALF." He said a couple of months ago that "negative" wouldn't rule ALF out, but between his clinical judgment and the negative EMG, I am now choosing to rule ALF out. The "bad news" that he referred to is, of course, that I still have all the symptoms but no diagnosis or treatment. I'm still waiting for blood tests from the neuro and the endocrine doc. Don't know what WTF is, but I'm choosing to think and behave, as much as possible, as though it is not a life-threatening illness. It is life-altering, for sure, but it won't kill me. I will kill it first.
Now, in case anyone ever offers you an EMG, just say NO. The first part was the shocking of the muscles in my arms and legs. The doc said it would be comparable to what a dog feels when he's shocked by an invisible fence. (This is the same doc who said I have fleas and ticks; I think the man is calling me a dog.) The first few shocks were unpleasant, but when he asked me if I was OK, I said, "Yea . . . that's not so bad; I'd still jump the fence." A few shocks later, though, I did yelp and say, "Now THAT would keep me in the yard." It relieves my anxiety if I can make medical types laugh.
After the shocking came the needles into the muscles. That smarts. I didn't look at them, I knew better, but Jif said they were long; inches long, and they went quite far in. It hurt. After the arm and leg, he did one in my face and one in my tongue. That was the worst.
Anyhow, tonight I feel just like I've been electrocuted and had long needles stuck in my muscles, but the news was as good as it could be, from that test.
Thank you, friends. I hope your Friday the 13th is a good news day, too. Without the electrocution and the needles. Unless you're into that kinda thing.