There I was, a doctor, in my early forties, diagnosed with Parkinson's
When a patient presents with a limp, many GPs end up seeking an orthopaedic opinion.
So it was for me — and the friendly surgeon did offer an early arthroscopic knee lavage, which I declined. When the limp was later accompanied by a weird restlessness in one arm, the alarm bells were well and truly ringing. I was still only in my early forties.
It was another sunny Queensland day when I entered the neurologist’s rooms with some trepidation.
This is a specialty of medicine that has few good news stories. I pity my colleagues in this field who go to work to be greeted by