Things finally came to a head (wrong word, I suppose) when I woke up one morning to find I’d lost ALL sensation in my feet, and my intimate parts weren’t right, either. Bizarrely, looking back, I still didn’t treat it as an emergency, even then. I quickly dismissed that I’d had a stroke, as I seemed perfectly lucid, not slurring, no pain anywhere - in fact, less than usual, as my previously ever-painful feet had quit reporting on that, and movement and coordination were normal, so it was literally just the loss of sensation. I’d had hints of it in the past, albeit not as profound, which had always gone away by themselves, so although I did begin to consider it was some kind of spinal cord thing (Correct!), I thought, yet again, that it was some kind of strain or sprain. I actually thought I’d strained myself on the loo, can you believe it? (Though despite now being diagnosed, I’m still not 100% convinced that had nothing to do with it, and am very careful not to strain excessively on the loo). Anyway, still believing it to be an injury, I waited a few days for it to start healing by itself, as in the past. But when there was no improvement after four or five days, I at last began to grow worried, and booked a doctor’s appt. Doctor also thought it was most likely to be an injury, telling me it was very unlikely to be anything sinister (I suppose she meant a tumour), but that I probably had a slipped disc. Luckily, at the time, I had private health insurance through work, so she booked me in to see a neurosurgeon almost straight away (on the assumption the slipped disc might need repairing), and he ordered a spinal MRI to check location and extent of the damage. MS still not in the picture, at this point. But when he looked at the MRI result, he was surprised to find NO slipped disc, as expected - nothing for him to operate on. Fortunately for me, he was pretty on-the-ball, and spotted a tiny abnormality, which to me looked as fine as dental floss, or perhaps even a wisp of smoke. He said: “I want to know what THAT is!” I think he knew full well from that moment what the implications were, though out of professional ethics, he didn’t share them with me, as he would not have been qualified to dignose MS. Instead, he referred me to a colleague, saying he’d like a second opinion. I knew something was up, as he shook me by the hand, and wished me good luck. That isn’t normal when you leave the doctor’s, is it? I was thinking: “Heck! What do I need good luck for?” Of course, I got straight on Google to check out who I was being referred to. It was obvious he was an MS specialist. And the rest, as they say, is history. Though it still took approx. another eight months to get a confirmed diagnosis, but more-or-less knowing it was MS this time. No surprise at all when I was finally diagnosed. Ultimately, I was diagnosed on MRI evidence and symptom history alone, as VEPs were normal, and I refused a lumbar puncture. Had a whole battery of blood tests and a couple of X-rays to rule out other nasties. Every case has the same diagnostic criteria, but the exact path 'til all the evidence is in can still vary almost as much as the presenting symptoms. For example, it’s not normal to find out by way of being investigated for a slipped disc, but not that rare either. Just the way it worked out for me. Tina