Okay, here's the scoop. I started having numb hands one evening. I called the doctor on call, and he said, "You're just having a panic attack. Go to bed." The next morning, I noticed that it had spread to other parts of my body. I took a shower and noticed that I could not feel the water hitting my skin. So, I called the doctor. They got me right in, and he did some weird tests and had someone suck some blood out. The weird thing was that the guy had fangs.... All those tests came back completely normal.
So, I called to get an appointment with a neurologist. Luckily, someone had just cancelled, so they could get me in a couple of days later. Normally, their wait time for new appointments is about a month. He wanted me to get a couple of MRIs and some other testing. He thought it could be a brain tumor. It wasn't. After a day of people poking me and trying to electrocute me all over my legs and arms or putting me in minuscule noisy tubes, I am glad to be home with my chocolate stash. It looks like Multiple Sclerosis. He said he is pretty sure, but I am having a few more tests to confirm the diagnosis.
Good thing Bill is a rocket scientist. I have decided that he needs to build me a cool chair lift for our stairs. A rocket powered one. For those times that my legs don't work and I can't get to the only TV we have downstairs. Like right now. I really wanted to watch Duck Dynasty. Have you seen it?