#neurologist

[pithaut]

"you sound you have visual snow syndrome and tinnitus, you should get checked up by a neurologist" you're just jealous I can see galaxies all the time and the universe whispers its secrets only in my ears

[wheelingwithgrace]

Tomorrow is such a nervewracking day. I have a neurology appointment, and I'll be finding out the results of my EEG/finding out if we caught any epileptic activity on it. I'm freaking out because I've been having convulsive seizures, and I just want to find out the source of them and if they aren't epileptic in nature it honestly feels like it's going to set me back one step in recovery.

[royalwhumpness]

People with ms who are willing to answer, how long did it take for you to get diagnosed? What was the process?

I saw my neurologist today. I have very little faith in all doctors because it doesn’t matter how much I think Im dying, no doctor ever believes me. Then, of course, none of my tests prove my pain.

My new neurologist seems to believe my symptoms but he did bring up “conversion disorder” which is just another way doctors tell me “nothing is really wrong with you.”

Have your doctors said this to you before diagnosing you finally with ms?

[sillycourtjester]

I want to be so many things at once like i want to be a historian and an author and an artist and a poet and a journalist and an activist and a psychologist and instead i'm in the fucking american public high school system

[humairahhh]

I want to experience this:

I felt a little mentally tired today so I decided to come back home early. I told few of the most trusted doctors at my hospital to take over for the rest of the day.

I exited the building and spotted my pink car parked near by in the garage. I unlock the car and hop inside before starting the engine that roars alive.

As I enter my shared home with my husband, I smile, knowing Daddy didn't come home yet and I can plan a little surprise for him. Exhausted, I walk to our en suite bathroom and undress to hope into my warm bath.

Don't get me wrong, I love being a doctor with a degree who owns one of the best hospitals in the world but sometimes I just miss and want to be a cute little house wife for Daddy, who wears tiny little dresses and who cooks for him. Who waits for him to come home for dinner. Who removes his coat when he steps foot inside.

After washing my body and hair thoroughly, I grab my white towel that was hung on a bar near the bath tub. I want to wear something spicy so daddy gets so pleased when he sees me. I walk to my lingeries and silk robes drawer and I run my fingertips across the fabrics. Nothing seems to satisfy my need to wear something spicy. The lingerie are all so revealing and sexy but I want something somewhat different.

I get an idea.

I go to my drawer which has all my lab coats that I sometimes wear at the hospital but not anymore since two years ago, I own a hospital. I take out a lab coat and I visualize how I'd look in it without anything beneath. The hem is too long. I take a scissors to cut an inch or two from the hem of the coat so it's shorter.

I remove my towel and wear the lab coat with nothing underneath. Sexy. Spicy. I like it. I look at the clock on the wall and it's a little later than usual. Daddy had dinner with his friends. No problem for me, I don't even it much in night anyway.

An hour of boredom later, I hear the doorknob twist and I practically jump of the couch to greet daddy at the door. He opens the door and enters. I hum him and I look at his face. "You look tired." I state.

"Oh, princess Humairah, no, I'm not very tired, it's just that my back aches." He replies before planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Well, daddy, you know I'm good at back massaging. I'm going to massage you. C'mon." I say without waiting for a response before pulling him by his hand towards our bedroom.

In the bedroom, I unbutton his shirt and I drag him to the bed and he lies on his stomach, giving up on me. I sit on the small of his back and my hands go for his shoulder blades. Then his spine. Then his shoulder.

After giving an amazing massage, I go on my fours to give Daddy space to move to lie on his back. After he does, I sit on his kind of hard cock. He's wearing pants but not for long. I bounce a little and daddy groans. Daddy's hands grip my waist in place before he finally notices my outfit and he says "Oh my little doctor, fuck, you're so sexy. You shouldn't wear outfits like yours, your patient might get a little... impatient."

I smile seductively before leaning down and pinning my hands above his head, our faces now mear inches apart. "But, daddy, you're my only patient for the rest of my shift."

"Then I guess you're going to have a long shift," he growls before turning us so I'm down and he's up. My hands are now around the back of his neck and his left hand is wrapped around my throat, his right forearm above my head.

I pull him closer and he growls again before kissing me. His tongue begs for permission to enter my mouth from my lips but my lips stay sealed. Daddy, not happy with my response, pinches my nipple and so I gasp, giving his tongue access.

He devours my mouth before giving sloppy kisses to my jawline, the crook of my neck. He rips the lab coat. He gives open mouth kisses to my shoulder, my collarbones, my boob. Then he sucks my left nipple and kneads my right tit.

I moan as he bites my nipple so he leans back a little and murmurs "That's it, baby, scream. Let the world know you're mine." He licks my nipple to soothe it and then he leans back completely, admiring my now purple nipple. He leans to feast on my right nipple.

I moan loudly as I feel a finger rubbing hard against my clit. Then two. My moans only go louder. Daddy leaves my nipple with a wet pop and goes lower, straight to my pussy. He smirks at me and says "My slut, you're so wet already. So eager to please me."

I nod because I am. I'm so eager to please him. My hands find his head when he darts a tongue out and licks me. He flicks his tongue in and out. Then he sucks on my clit and fuck, I'm so close already.

"I'm so close, daddy, please!" I moan and daddy nods.

"Cum for me, baby." He says and so I do.

Daddy stands up and starts to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. "I'm going to breed your young cunt. I'll cum my way to your fertile womb on and on until I'm sure you're bred with my kids. I'm going to make you a mum. You will have my kids."

Part 2?

[hotchocolateandpillowforts]

Nothing like your neurologist telling you she thinks you have carpal tunnel AND a possible aneurysm.

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Feeling like this today as I fall down a pit of:

-Still dealing with long term disability

-having to go to neurology today and advocate for myself for tests

-my work saying I "don't qualify for FMLA" then I literally count my hours from my paystubs and call their bullshit.

-running out of money and bills on payment plans are due.

Jus gon have a long cry when I get back from my appointment 😭

Anyway my venmo is Rhian-Beam if anyone wants to help.

[zeltheautisticfrog]

MY NEUROLOGIST WENT TO MONTEREY BAY AQUARIUM.

MY NEUROLOGIST SAW ROSA.

OH MY GOD.

[manojkhanal-neurologist]

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[oriborealis]

I have been in A&E for the last 8 hours and there have been like 3 fresh outta the womb babies and 8 screaming toddlers, this is my personal hell

[katbug666]

update on my tic disorder diagnosis process:

i went to see the neurologist. she said it's not tourettes and that's it. im still not diagnosed with a specific disorder. all i did was my fist to chin tic the entire appointment.

she said i could upload a video of me ticking to the patent portal so i am going to on Wednesday. I'm going to try to hold in my tics while speaking about how it all started and all my different types of tics. I feel like if I try to hold it in it is certain that I will tic considering I'm not the best at doing it. I mean I am, in public, but I usually just defer to a less noticeable tic or wiggle my toes.

I will make sure to let u guys know what happens when it comes to the diagnosis!

[abustoslife]

[notasfilosoficas]

"Razonar y convencer, ¡qué difícil, largo y trabajoso! ¿Sugestionar? ¡Qué fácil, rápido y barato!"

Santiago Ramón y Cajal

Fue un médico español, nacido en Petilla de Aragón en la provincia de Zaragoza en mayo de 1852, especializado en histología y anatomía patológica, es considerado como el padre de la neurociencia.

Compartió el premio Nobel de medicina en 1906 con Camilo Golgi, el médico y citólogo italiano, quienes conjuntamente realizaron trabajos importantes sobre la estructura del sistema nervioso.

Su padre era un médico cirujano de profesión, quien cambiaba de residencia constantemente, por lo que Ramón vivió en Larrés, Luna en 1855, Valpalmas en 1856 y Ayerbe en 1860.

En 1870, cursó la carrera de medicina en donde toda su familia se trasladó a Zaragoza, licenciándose en medicina en 1873, a los 21 años fue llamado a filas en donde el servicio militar era una disciplina obligatoria según una ley que había impuesto el presidente Emilio Castelar presidente de la primera república.

Cuando llevaba unos meses en la milicia, fue destinado como médico segundo (teniente) y es acuartelado en Lérida en el regimiento de Burgos. En 1874, Ramón y Cajal es destinado a Cuba, todavía provincia española, la cual libraba una guerra por su independencia conocida como La guerra de los diez años, lo cual le conlleva el ascenso a un empleo militar inmediato.

Las experiencias militares vividas por Ramón y Cajal tan amargas como las enfermedades ahi contraídas lo llevaron a solicitar una licencia para abandonar Cuba, tras ser diagnosticado con un grado extremo de desnutrición palúdica grave en junio de 1875.

Ramon y Cajal regresa a su actividad científica iniciando su doctorado, y terminándolo en 1877 a la edad de 25 años en la actual Universidad Complutense de Madrid.

En 1882, ganó la cátedra de Anatomía descriptiva en la Facultad de Medicina de Valencia, en donde pudo estudiar la epidemia de cólera que azotó la ciudad en 1885.

En 1887 se trasladó a Barcelona, en donde ocupó la cátedra de histología creada en la Facultad de Medicina de la Universidad de Barcelona, y fue un año después, en donde según sus propias palabras, fue su “año cumbre”, cuando descubrió los mecanismos que gobiernan los procesos conectivos de las células nerviosas de la materia gris del sistema nervioso cerebro espinal.

En mayo de 1888, publicó su descubrimiento, en donde afirmaba que los tejidos cerebrales no eran compuestos de conexiones continuas como se creía hasta la fecha derivado de las investigaciones del científico italiano Camilo Gogli, y en 1889, su teoría fue aceptada en el congreso de la Sociedad Anatómica Alemana celebrada en Berlin.

Derivado de estas investigaciones, fue el analista y patólogo alemán Wilhelm Waldeyer, quien acuñó la palabra “Neurona” a la anatomía de la célula nerviosa, colocando a las neuronas como la unidad elemental del sistema nervioso y publicado por este en 1891.

Gracias a los detallados exámenes histológicos de Ramón y Cajal, se descubrió la hendidura sináptica, un diminuto espacio de entre 20 y 40 nanómetros que separan a las neuronas, en donde típicamente se produce la sinápsis con un botón axonal de otra neurona.

Después de crear excelentes descripciones de las estructuras neuronales y su conectividad, descubrió un nuevo tipo de célula, la denominada célula intersticial de Cajal (ICC).

Derivado de sus trabajos y aportaciones al campo de la neurociencia, Ramón y Cajal recibió multiples reconocimientos a lo largo de todo Europa, y en 1906 fue reconocido con el Premio Nobel de Medicina junto con el investigador italiano Camilo Gogli, con quien curiosamente no compartían del todo algunas teorías.

Ramón y Cajal muere en octubre de 1934, por el agravamiento de una dolencia intestinal que debilitó su corazón, y fue objeto de multiples reconocimientos póstumos, reconociéndolo aparte de como científico y personalidad humana, como un insólito ejemplo de honestidad y patriotismo bien entendido.

Fuentes: Wikipedia y cervantes.es

[weirdstrangeandawful]

I am very confused about my neurology appointment this afternoon.

A lot of things were confusing but I think what confused me the most was that she told me she doesn’t deal with nerve damage, paralysis-like symptoms, or seizure-like symptoms. Is she…? A neurologist? I’m genuinely struggling to figure out what she would deal with.

[teddys-diary]

today i’m going to see hozier in concert :3

[humairahhh]

You know, sometimes, my dad's like "alot of people in our family don't care about their daughter's career and get them married at like 18 or 19 but I'm going to get you married later, when you start your career. Not a lot of dads do that for their daughter."

But I'm like:

BUT I WANT TO GET MARRIED SOON! I WANT TO SPEND MY CAREER WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SUPPORTING ME THROUGH MY CAREER. I WANT HIM TO PICK ME UP FROM COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY OR MD OR DM. GOD, IS ASKING FOR A HUSBAND AND A CAREER TO HSRD TO ASK FOR? 🤌😭😫