While in the middle of preparing dinner last night, I received a phone call from my neurologist (he'll remain "my" neurologist until such time as we find who better suits our needs). He had some concerns. Here's the abbreviated phone call:
Doctor: [He explained that there was some confusion on some paperwork that he received that made it sound as though I was still on solu-medrol. How many days was I on it for?]
Me: [I explained that I was only on it for 5 days, 1 at the hospital and 4 at home. I thought to myself if he looked at my file, he may have answered that question for himself. But ok.]
Doctor: [Talked a bit more about the confusion.]
Me: [Tried to clear up the confusion.]
Doctor: "How are you feeling? How are your symptoms?" ["indicates exact words]
Me: [I explained that I was feeling much better, that the right side was normal, left side was returning to normal.]
Doctor: "That's great news. Ok. Well, good luck."
Um... good luck? Seriously? There was no question as to whether we'd decided on a treatment plan, whether we'd looked into getting a second opinion. Just luck. Well, had I known that was all I needed...