Today, I’m driving our duaghter, Mrs. Jennifer, to her doc for an appointment. She’s been afflicted with a neural condition that has been tentatively diagnosed as Cervical Dystonia, a neurological disorder causing muscles to move without permission. Her problem is that it affects her entire body to the extent that when it flairs, she has difficulty speaking and walking.
We know a lot of what it isn’t. It isn’t a TMI, nor is it palsy. Fortunately, there is a treatment—once she receives the final, official diagnosis.
In the mean time, we, Mrs. Crucis and I, will be chauffeurs from time to time. With the snow, more expected through the day, it’s my turn with my Tahoe.