Today when walking to the office, I saw a woman who was walking funny. Didn’t quite know what was up at first, just that something was off. So then I looked a little more closely, and saw that her right arm was held close to her side, rotated inward, stiff at the elbow, with her wrist flexed and her fingers curled in.
In other words, an Erb’s.
And then, as I was leaving clinic this afternoon, I saw a man walking with his wife, except with every step he kicked his foot out, like he was dancing a minuet. So either he had a strange gait abnormality, or my life is actually a musical. Both are valid possibilities!
(God, I love neuro.)