The neurologist was particularly amusing this time.
First off, the doctor wouldn’t shake hands with me because I have the Eye Cooties. I usually prefer not to shake hands anyway, but he had heard from the nurse who took my vitals that I had a new medication that was going to kill the mites that are boning each other in my pores. (Per NIH: ”The gestation and development of the Demodex eyelash mite is a remarkably rapid process, with eggs hatching just 3 to 4 days after” [snicker] “being laid.” The babies conceived the day I went to the ophthalmologist are Grandmites now.)
Second, he has found a comic foil in his note-taking AI. I reported the latest fall (peony cage in the spring) and he said again how yoga can really help with balance, and I said again that I only fall when I’m gardening. Then I added I did totter a number of times in Kansas City. he said “I know I have mentioned yoga to you a number of times before,’ and I said, “It’s really not a problem,” and he leaned in to the computer and said pointedly, “Yoga AGAIN recommended to the patient.” After that I was somehow able to walk twice as far heel-to-toe than ever before, and he then pointed to the lesion in my cerebellum that affects my balance and said, “YYYYOOOOOOOGGGAAAAAAA” to the computer.
I did actually look up yoga studios near me.
Finally, and this wasn’t particularly funny, but it was encouraging. I read that elderly people (c’est moi) have immune systems that begin to weaken (c’est moi), and if they are on immunosuppressants, doctors will just take them off those drugs entirely. My drug was already cut in half. I anticipated he was going to suggest I be taken off entirely. Evidently they won’t consider doing that until I am 75, so ten more years to go.