I finally got to see a neurologist this morning.
She was very helpful and thorough, which should be great because I went in there afraid I wasn’t going to get any answers and I’d just have to sit on my ass for months.
Instead, she’s prescribed a temporary treatment, and recommended a sort of cane to help me balance. And she ordered a genetic test for a possible candidate. So really I got more than I expected.
Only problem is, that possible candidate is the very worst thing it could be, and I went in there thinking I’d be a total hypochondriac to even consider something so serious. And I keep telling myself it’s just a precaution, I have no known family history, blah blah, but still. Scary shit.