In the early 80’s, my knee went numb. How strange. I still had control over its movement, it was strong enough to hold my weight, but it was numb. That wasn’t right. My doctor sent me to a neurologist who scheduled a test, an EMG.
I wasn’t familiar with EMG then. Even now I don't know much about it. But I knew EKG because my son was born with a hole in his heart and had EKG’s as part of his checkup routine. No problem there. I sat in the waiting room, listening to a child scream. I hadn’t realized what a trooper David was, because he never even complained, much less screamed. Then it was my turn.