Staying on track
I was first introduced to Parkinson's disease back in medical school, when we all learned about the pill-rolling tremor, the shuffling gait, apathetic face and drooling saliva.
It was many years before we met again and this time it was personal. I was 49 and an anaesthetist with a busy private practice.
My first clear symptom was a funny ache in a shoulder one night. Various analgesics, physiotherapy and even an arthroscopic debridement later, I was sent to a neurologist who made the diagnosis. It had taken two years to get an answer.
My initial symptoms had been so atypical that