Friday, April 14, 2017

Bad Blogger

I think it's safe to say that I am not a good blogger.

Life is CrAzY. I barely have time to think, let alone compose a decent post.

Know this.

Multiple Sclerosis is quite undefinable and unpredictable. I just can't quite wrap my brain around it.

I went in for the two month checkup since my diagnosis. My neurologist was impressed with my active lifestyle. At first I thought he was making fun of me for being busy. He even sort of giggled at me when one of my major complaints was fatigue..."I bet" he all but mumbled.

I was sort of impressed with the fact that three whole weeks went by without any terrible symptoms. I foolishly thought I was invincible. Then week four happened. By week four, I mean that it's the fourth week of my steroid. It's compounded medicine that I take once a month for inflammation. The first week it's pretty tough with my body feeling like it's buzzing and I get less sleep than I normally do. But then it has settled down and the rest of the month has gone smoothly. Until this past week. About three days before my monthly dose I got so anxious I didn't even want to take it again. I even put it off a day. Bad idea. Very. Bad. It may have been my anxiety or my symptoms. There is no way to tell. But I was dizzy, sore, exhausted, crabby...you name it. It was ugly. And I still haven't gotten over it. I guess my Dr. knew what he was doing when he prescribed it.

This morning, after a short (long) week I feel as though I have been run over again and again by a bus. My neck is so sore I can barely turn it. My head is screaming as if I had a bottle of wine last night. I was looking forward to a nice relaxing Easter weekend but it seems I will be recovering from my not-so-smart choice of putting off the steroid for the time being.

The thing that is wonderful, amazing, and awesome is my support from friend and family. I have a friend who is so so so good about texting me and checking on me and she is also dealing with her own version of the disease. I have co-workers who look out for me, a family who checks in on me and my strong faith to carry me through the long dark nights.

With Him ALL things are possible.

So here's to week one all over again. Have a blessed Easter everyone.


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