Sorry I’ve been so absent lately. I've been busy with school and travel... :)
Where to start…
Well, I had my MS Doctor appointment last Thursday. He is such a hoot. The more I see him, the more of him I see, if that makes sense. He’s finally learned that I have a sense of humor, and I deal with things that frighten me through humor. (MS? Scares me to death.)
As Jon and I are walking back to the doctor’s office, me with a slightly off-kilter gait, the MS doc asks me how I’m doing. I said to him that I felt that I was 2-3 times worse than I was 5 weeks ago. I was shakier, more numb (head, face, throat {most annoying as it feels like I can’t swallow or breathe} at times my back, forearms, hands, sometimes my legs, and feet), my grip was terrible, my eyesight was messed up, and my brain was having some problems putting words in my mouth. MS Doc looks directly at Jon and says “You need to get a new wife.”
Ahahahahaha!! Hahahahaha...hahahaha...hahaha...haha...ha.
“Fix me, Doc.”
(Complete and random sidebar: as I have finished my school work for the day, I’ve been watching the last three episodes of the Oprah Show. If you watched it and didn’t shed a tear, you have no soul.)
So, the Doc performed his examination, and concluded that my MS wasn’t getting worse (yay!), but that I was going through steroid withdrawal hardcore. Um, wonderful. He asked me how I was sleeping, which I wasn’t without chemical help. I told him that I tried not taking anything the night before and I was up ALL NIGHT. Doc basically told me that I was “kooky”, yes kooky, and that I needed to stop being such a worrywart, and that I wasn’t going to get better unless I rested and relaxed. Jon had to clarify: “So, Doc, it’s your medical opinion that she needs to calm the F down?” Doc laughed and said yes.
Greeeeaaaaat. (I'm pretty sure Jon would have recorded that if he were able. I did not offer him the assistance of my iPhone.)
It’s an inherent gene that I have called “worryism”, and I’m pretty sure that I can’t not worry. It frustrates Jon to no end, and he will be the first one to tell you that.
So, the Doc prescribed me with another sleeping pill, and anti-anxiety drugs, which I have yet to take. Why? Because I don’t think I’m crazy. But, isn’t that what all the crazy people say? Muuuuhahahaha.
Doc said that I need to give it another couple weeks and I should be OK. And he’s been right so far…I do seem to be getting better. Shocking how he’s right. But, I guess that’s why he’s paid the big bucks. We also have decided to start an MS medication called Tysabri. It’s a drug that stays in my system for only 15 days, so the doctors will be able to time the drugs with my cycle, so that way, should I get pregnant, the drugs should be out of my system by then.
Speaking of babies…Jon and I have also decided to look into IVF. We were able to get an appointment with an IVF specialist next Monday to discuss our options. If I’m able to get pregnant, the MS drugs can stop as a pregnancy should suppress my symptoms.
All that being said, I’m planning on going back to work on June 13th. YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!! Again, people, it is no fun being at home on disability. NO FUN AT ALL. My dog begs to differ, but he’s a pansy.
You do realize of course that anti-anxiety meds don't mean you're crazy, they mean you're anxious, right? As in, you're worried about something...you have "worryism", so take your flippin' meds!
ReplyDeleteI agree! I take the anti-anxiety drugs and they even it all out after a few weeks. But then again, I am certifiably crazy, so there ya go. ;)
ReplyDeleteOK, ok, ok, I did take a pill last night and again this morning. I could tell that it calmed me down before bed last night, which was definitely helpful. I just get worried that I'll get addicted.
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