The Neurologist Has Entered the Room. Everyone Act Normal.

There are medical breakthroughs, and then there is the neurologist entering the room—at which point my body announces it has never heard of Parkinson’s.

The tremor retains counsel. The stiffness invokes its right to remain silent. The gait produces an alibi, three character witnesses and security footage showing it walking perfectly normally through a well-lit hallway. Every symptom that spent the week auditioning for a disaster movie suddenly wants to be known as a private person.