It was five minutes to six and I was packing up to go home to dinner when a good client rang to say that a friend of hers was at her home and in excruciating pain and could I help. I suggested that maybe the hospital might be the best place for her friend, but she said her friend wanted to see me, not a hospital. I relented saying that my dinner could wait a while, and I would see her if she could be at the clinic in ten minutes ( I knew she lived close by) .
Jill (not her real name) came into the clinic, sat in a client chair and said "Can you help me?"
I noticed that her head was jerking to the right about every ten seconds. I said "Is the jerking what you want me to help you with?"
She said "Yes the doctor called it Tardive Dystonia, and the only way he could stop it was to cut through the muscles in my neck. And I don’t fancy my throat being cut, so I came to see you. "
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