For some time now, I've been convinced that at least a large percentage of my maladies (and, lord, there are plenty of them to divvy up) correspond to some sort of neurological disorder and, most likely, a neuromuscular disorder.
As you may or may not be aware, I am a Master's-prepared medical librarian, and conducting literature searches for physicians is something I have been doing for many years. Thus, I am proficient in medical literature research. In previous episodes, I've laid out my evidence that there is something going on in my hypothalamus, a critical part of the brain that sends hormonal messages to the pituitary, which is more commonly known for as the director in the brain for autonomic functions such as breathing, heart rate, sleep/wake cycle, temperature, etc. I have documented problems in each of these areas.
I have many of the signs (quantifiable evidence) and symptoms (subjective, qualitative evidence) of multiple sclerosis and some of the muscle dystrophies. In fact, my neurologist, the wonderful, eminent, and human Dr. A., told me last week he would diagnose me now with MS based on my symptoms and the diffuse periventricular white matter lesions my MRI shows, except that I'm "too old" for a new MS diagnosis and also do not have lesions in my cervical spinal column, as would be expected with MS.
