Roid rage. Today blog, you'll be the place that I rant.

I'm frustrated. Frustrated with not being able to see and frustrated with doctor's who just don't give a rats ass. It's so incredibly dangerous not to taper off of with the prednisone. What's worse, is that the idiot receptionist told me I could come and pick the script up! This is after the several times I told her that I was in another state!
So let me start from a comfortable point just so I don't muddle up the story with my anger and frustration. I received my first round of IV steroids from the nurse on Thursday of last week. She went over with me why I need to follow up with the prednisone and taper off (mostly my body will crash and I'm at risk for a super bad relapse like I had before, which includes hospital beds and paralyzation). This was after hours in New York and I knew that I would have to call first thing in the morning to get the ball rolling on Friday. So I did, I woke up early, called the Shuk's office and explained to the receptionist (*insert eye-roll here*) that I needed the meds called in and since I was relying on someone else to take me to the pharmacy (because I'm flippin' blind!) I needed it done before the end of the day. So we go on Saturday, thinking, oh, they should be there by now. But alas, nothing. No call, no nothing. So I call the answering service and they put a call through to Dr. Shukri. He calls me back and pretty much tells me there's nothing I can do but call back on Monday and talk to Mary (his nurse).
So I did. I called back. Did I get Mary? Nope, I get the idiot receptionist again. She says she may be able to call it in for me. So I give her some time and she calls me back while I'm in the loo and offers to let me come and pick the prescription up (*begins to bang head on table and keyboard*). This is the same girl I've been telling that I'm stuck in another state, blind and cannot just pick it up. I explain it to her again and she says she'll take care of it for me. Playing the waiting game again I call bi-mart. Still nothing. I begin my last round of steroids (which is taking forever today because of how fast my blood is pumping) and call the home infusion line and let them know I'll be removing it today. I tell her the situation with the prednisone (or lack thereof) and she offers to call their office and try to speak with someone. She calls, and you guessed it, they are closed! Unbelievable. She did fax something over to them so it's my hope that they'll get it while they close up and finally take care of it. Don't they know you never stress a person with MS out like this? It's mostly fear driving it all, fear that I won't get the prednisone and I'll crash. It's a real fear that anyone in my situation could have, especially when they aren't getting the level of treatment they need to survive. I understand I'm in another state, that I'm not a priority, but I haven't had the chance to even unpack anything out here before this menace of a disease hit me.
I didn't ask for this. I never wanted to be sick and have to deal with doctors and nurses and IV lines and idiot receptionists. I understand it's my cross to bear through life but man, is it really asking to much to have people do what they are supposed to do? To relay priority messages? To do their job to ensure the health and care of their patients?
I'm frustrated and my heart is beginning to speed up from the steroids. I just need to breath. I can't help but thinking that if Taft was still there this would never have happened. He doesn't drop the ball. I wish there were more PA's out there like him. He's my superhero.

A Year Later...

It's a year later after my last relapse and it's a time for reflection. For those of you who have been wondering where I've been, I've been swept up in work, school and a bunch of family situations, so I'm apologizing now for not updating nearly enough.

I met with Taft, for my six month visit. Of course, given the release of the latest pill, Gilenya, for MS, I was full of questions. He said there are just too many long term side effects (heart and respiratory), that he wouldn't be putting me on it and that I could never take it if I wanted to get pregnant. His word is enough for me and I'm satisfied with his explanation. What does this mean? It means I go back to doing my rebif injections twice a week and just deal with the side effects and site reactions.

I also asked him about the latest research and findings involving the narrowing of neck veins and it's relation to MS. Frankly, there hasn't been enough research to know exactly *what* this means and secondly, there have been a multitude of complications and even death, eep! But, he said I shouldn't discount it yet but also not to take the first road trip to Buffalo to sign up for the treatment.

I have to say, I am a bit sad though. As of Nov. 1st he is leaving to take a teaching position up at St. Joe's. While this is a great opportunity for him, I feel a bit sad because it's a shame to be losing him. He is a rare breed in the medical field, you can tell he's a person that really cares about his patients and takes the time to learn all he can in order to answer our questions and provide us with the most up-to-date and accurate information. I'll personally miss him because he has a great bedside manner, is charming and really makes me feel at ease, so much so that I can be incredibly honest with him.

How have I been? I've been doing just fine. I, for the most part, have completely bounced back from my last relapse and don't need a walking device for assistance, well other than for times when I'm walking a lot. I've been so incredibly busy with school it's almost consumed all of my free time outside of work but I've only got 16 credits to go, so it's all worth it. Besides that, I've decided to go on to grad school in order to get my J.D. and become a disability lawyer and advocate, especially for patients with MS and those who have been discriminated against by their employer (despite protection from the FMLA Act).

So, here's my question to you all, how are YOU doing?

Shedding a little light on the subject

I wanted to take this opportunity to share with you some images. I'm not an expert on reading MRIs and I'm really not sure what I'm looking for. When I received my first series of MRIs (the old fashioned prints) I really wanted to be able to see what the doctor was talking about. I asked him to point the lesion out to me. Now, this is an MRI image off the disk they gave me the last time (9/10). This is the only lesion I can positively identify because it was my very first.
It is located on my c-spine and it's the bastard that started all my troubles!


I wanted to show you images of the lesions on my brain but I'm really not sure what they look like. I think for the sake of research and to be completely knowledgeable I will have to harass Taft into giving me a play by play. These lesions are the most important for diagnosis. In order to have a confirmed case of multiple sclerosis there has to be lesions present on your brain (the first flare-up only presented an image on my c-spine, but they treated me for MS because if it looks like MS, feels like MS, more than likely you've got MS).

The reason I'm having a hard time recovering from this last flare-up was because of the size of the lesion. I know nothing about how lesions on the thoracic spine presents itself. I can only assume based on my c-spine lesion that it's that giant white mass staring back at me. I can also assume that that's why I'm having such a terrible time with the dreaded MS hug!


When I find out more from Taft at my next appointment (in October) I'll be sure to ask him to explain to me exactly what it is that I'm looking at. I think in order to truly understand this disease you have to be a sponge! You have to absorb as much knowledge as you can in order to truly be able to take a stand against this disease!

To the Shuk's and Aqua Therapy

Tomorrow is my first day of physical therapy. We're starting off with aqua therapy in the shallow end of the pool because I'm still experiencing the MS hug. My consult with the physical therapist was Tuesday and although the therapy looks promising his thoughts weren't. He told me I want to look into getting hand controls for my car in the event that I may never be able to drive again in the traditional manner. Are you kidding me? First off, I hear it's expensive and secondly, what, what, what? I'm sorry sir but I have more hope than that. It is getting a little tiring depending on other people to take me here and there though. I miss the freedom of hopping into my car and driving off into the sunset if the mood strikes me. Life with MS, I will never get used to this.

I also have an appointment with the Shuk's PA tomorrow and we're supposed to reevaluate how I'm doing and whether I will be able to go back to work on the 1st. I'm a little apprehensive about going back, I just wish I had a little bit more time to do some more physical therapy first. In the house I'm okay walking a little bit without my walker, although I'm still a bit clumsy on my feet but walking more than 10 feet and my legs are dragging behind me, I can't breath and I just want to take a nap. The fatigue is going to kill me. My dad is going to the appointment with me tomorrow and I might ask him to sit in the waiting room because I'm afraid I won't be honest with the Taft if he's there. I'm afraid he'll be ashamed of me if I tell the doctor I need more time before I'm ready. It's bad enough that I had to up my baclofen because the spasms are so bad when I wake up in the morning.

I've barely left the house since I got out of the hospital. The first day I was free I ran some errands with Kristen but since then I've really only gone to the Christmas Tree Shop twice (to pick up a couple sets of curtains since my neighbor's grandkids have taken to peeking through the sheers in my living room) and spent two days hanging out on Kristen's couch so I haven't really had the opportunity to gauge how I'm really feeling.

TMI time! I'm still having issues with constipation, which is another thing I will have to address when I meet with Taft tomorrow. It's an embarrassing issue and I hate having to bring it up with him but I've read the complications online and it's a bit scary. I used to be pretty regular, up to twice a day, now I'm lucky if I go once every four days. I feel like I'm incredibly bloated and it's an awful feeling. Blah. We'll see what he has to say. Sorry if that grosses anyone out, just trying to keep it real. Besides, my hope is that this blog may be helpful to someone else who may be newly diagnosed and not really sure what to expect. I know what that's like, being frightened and not really sure if what you were feeling or going through is because of the MS. Just so you know, you aren't alone. <3

Tomorrow I wind down to three prednisone pills a day and I'm feeling like I'm not where I should be at this point. Usually by this time I'm dancing around, feeling full of energy and almost back to my old self. Not this time. More and more I'm beginning to feel that most of these symptoms will be permanent. I know it's because of the location of the lesions this time but it absolutely sucks! I want to feel normal again. I want the MS hug to go away and I want to be able to walk. When I was out in public the other day some little boy laughed at me because I walk funny and I'm using a walker. I had to resist the urge to find the boys mother and slap her silly for not teaching her child not to laugh at the disabled. I can't say my feelings were hurt, because they weren't, I know children are cruel, I just thought it was inappropriate. I see people who stare and give me weird looks but I don't take it to heart. People gawk at what they don't understand. If this disease has taught me anything is it's okay to cry, it's okay to feel sorry for yourself, at first, but eventually you have to wake yourself up and be strong because it's the only way you are going to get better!