The summer of 2013 while working in my flower garden l couldn’t get my clippers to work. My hand wouldn’t close on the grips. With every try they would slip from my fingers. My doctor at the time ordered two EMGS within six months. An EMG is an uncomfortable forty-five minutes evolving electrodes and live needles. It a test to see if the nerves from the shoulder running down the length of the arm to the hand are receiving signals. In both tests my signals were fine.
In the meantime my hand got worse. I practiced writing using my left hand . My doctor was stumped. I felt like he stopped listening to me. Did he think I was a hypochondriac? Finally he said “I don’t know what’s wrong with you.” Little did I know that wouldn’t be the last time I would hear those words…
MY SHRINKING BRAIN 