From neuro to zero

As long-term readers will know, I was attending a neurology clinic in Beaumont hospital... Well, kinda. Over three years I had about four appointments. Extremely slow, asked the same questions each time and with... well, lets just say the term "neurologist" is used quite loosely here in Ireland... Rather than repeat myself too much, here's some Facebook posts and links on the subject:

⚚ Click here to read about my very first neurology appointment ⚚

⚚ Click here to read about my second neurology appointment ⚚

I don't think I've really any other posts detailing them... the third appointment was not only quick, but a disaster, and not something I really like to discuss:

Firstly, the absolute prick, gawked at me when I entered the room, like a bully in the playground staring at the cripple kid -"What's the cane for??" he asked, sounding grossed out (seriously!). Like he hasn't seen a disabled person in a neurology clinic before. 

He hadn't looked at any of my notes and instead a few minutes later asked, "what's wrong with you?" -again, sounding pissed off... I replied that was the reason I was going to these appointments (duh) and hadn't been fully diagnosed yet (except the birth defects, obviously). He then got really flustered and