January 6th, 2003

It now hurts to put clothes on. It hurts to wash my hair. I cry when I do either and I dread having to do both in the morning. I have tripped up the stairs a number of times and fallen down the stairs twice and landed on my rear both times luckily. My hands are completely numb. I can’t feel anything. I call the neurologist and explain my situation. I ask if there is anything they can do. They call back 10 minutes later and have an MRI (brain scan without contrast) scheduled for 7am tomorrow. Again, my sense of something is wrong kicks into overdrive.