I wanted to cry all the way back from the office of the pediatric neurologist today. I didn't. I DID cry in frustration in front of him.
I wanted to scream at him as he sat there with his smug I-am-god-hear-me-roar attitude. I didn't. I DID question why he couldn't come up with any more possibilities besides a psychogenic/psychosomatic disorder.
I wanted to beat myself up for getting my hopes up. I'd like to say I didn't do that...but in reality I am still doing that. I am also beating myself for actually buying into his spiel.
Our trip over to see the neurologist today was quite likely a collossal waste of time. The ONLY positive that came out of it was having him order an MRI of her cervical spine. That was only part of what I wanted. I really wanted them to do an MRI of her head and full spine. Really...she's going to be there anyway...why not go ahead with the whole thing?
So, you take one teen who can feel nothing in her hands and arms. Add in one concerned mother, and an unnamed, undescribed neurologist, and you get a "diagnosis" of psychosomatic or psychogenic illness....not saying she's faking it. He used words like "self-hypnosis"....really?!? Said that *I* am causing this to be prolonged by giving it any attention. Seriously?!? like I don't already have enough Mommy-Guilt happening.
What next? I have no idea. I don't know where to start. I know she already has an appointment with a counselor on Monday. Which the *&&^%% neurologist thinks will be useless. Whatever.
I wonder how many of his "20% of all cases we see" that he claims are psychosomatic go on to find a different diagnosis from a doctor that gives a crap.