Illustration By J.J. Grandville 1803-1847
Madam has been experiencing some unnerving symptoms lately and was referred to a neurologist.
Given the two-month wait before his first available appointment, I had PLENTY of time to convince myself that I had Parkinson’s Disease and resign myself to my fate.
After a thorough examination, the specialist assures me that I do NOT have Parkinson’s nor is anything wrong with me neurologically. Thank you and goodbye.
Whew. I’ll just go back to “walking it off”, shall I?
But, wait! This is the best part…..
Early in the exam, M. Doctor said he was going to say three words, and have me repeat them back to him now, and that he would ask me again later.
“Apple. Table. Octopus.”
“Apple. Table. Octopus.”, I parroted back promptly when asked the first time.
A couple of tests later, I realize I no longer remember those three stupid words.
Fortunately, he never asked.