I've been terrible!

I am so incredibly sorry to those who have been following my journey via my blog. I've been so deeply devoted to school, searching for a job and living life that my blogging has been put on the back burner. So here we go with updates.
I finished up the tapering of the prednisone weeks ago but I'm still getting the acne side effect, which I know will be the case for a few more weeks to come. There's been no sign of my menstrual cycle since my last period back in January. This is how I know that there's a connection between prednisone (steroids) and my lack of period and my other symptoms (hirsutism, weight gain, etc.). I've also managed to gain back the weight I lost on prednisone as well as gained back the inches I lost as well. How depressing. If only they would allow me to take one pill of prednisone a day, this way I could not only have a period like I'm supposed to but lose weight as well. I also have more energy when I'm on the prednisone. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a hyperactive prednisone girl. Some would say it's annoying but when it's compared to the MS fatigue, I like that version of myself better.
I've recovered about 80% of my vision, which means my eyesight is only slightly dimmer than it used to be. As I've told people before, it's as if someone has hit the dimmer switch in my vision. I'm back to driving, which I'm thankful for because now I can hit the streets and go on job interviews.
I've decided to finally consider going on a low-carb diet. There's all this research out there that suggests that there is a link between PCO's and insulin resistance. I'm not sure how acurate it is, but it seems to be the only thing that works for them. I've also considered taking some dance classes in an attempt to get some exercise that will help tone and strengthen muscles which will be handy during an MS flare up.
That's all I've got to report, take care of yourselves!

Keeping busy is the best way to be.

I haven't updated in a few days and for that I must apologize. I've been incredibly busy applying for jobs, going on interviews and going out with Chrissey, her dad and her mom. At this point, my vision isn't much better and it's come down to my right eye compensating for my left. I've been able to drive, although I have to do it carefully since I only have a bit of peripheral vision in the left. The dimmer switch is still turned almost all the way down leaving the center of my vision shadowed in the dark. It's annoying but I'm adjusting. I can't wait until I get to the point where it just a.) seems normal or b.) my vision returns. I'm hoping for the latter.
The count down until I'm off prednisone continues. I have to admit, I'll be sad to see it go since it's the only thing that aides me in my weight loss. This is how I know my body is all sorts of screwed up. When most people lose their period and gain weight, I gain my period and lose weight. It just doesn't make sense. If it weren't for all the terrible side effects I'd beg my doctor to let me stay on it, just for the benefits of the weight loss. It wouldn't even have to be a large dose, just maybe two pills a day to keep the weight loss coming.
There isn't much else to report. I continue to suffer with acne and hair growth, but, it's all part of the daily challenge with these two diseases. I'm also a bit nervous right now anyways because as it turns out, I no longer have insurance. I'm desperately trying to get on state insurance and on Monday, between interviews I'm going to check out getting on disability since I'm still blind. Let's hope I get it kids!

Accomplishing stuff, a MSers dream.

My brain isn't fuzzy today. There's been a cloud lifted and I think it's because I'm beginning to taper off of the meds. I was actually able to complete my assigned readings for my Enlightenment class and then move on to the discussion. Yay for accomplishment. I've also applied for several jobs, including state and country jobs (which has good benefits).
I hate the days when I don't really feel like I have any insight to offer. I just feel like I'm getting better, each day I regain a little more of my vision with the hopes of tomorrow it being restored completely. I hate taking life one day at a time, I'd prefer everything to be instantaneous and set out in front of me like a Thanksgiving meal. I'm definitely a child of instant gratification, that's probably why I have no will power.
I do hope I'll be able to drive soon. My car is crying out for an oil change and I'd like it to get one but I just don't have the way of getting it down there. Come on prednisone, you've already made me pimply and quite round, why not do what you're supposed to so the public can be exposed to it as well. I'm all about sharing.
At least tonight is going to be low-key. It's just a movie and pizza. Nothing difficult about it and since I've completed what I needed to I can actually relax. If only all of us MSers could just relax. Tomorrow, on the other hand, is a completely different story. There's been mention of the word pedicure and my grubby bits are curling backwards in protest. It'll be the first time, hopefully not the last.

I love the quiet days.

Today was rather mild as far as symptoms go. I took my third day of six prednisone and look forward to tapering down to five tomorrow and so on. I'm on the second day of my prednisone induced menstrual cycle and the cravings are horrendous. I'm not even entirely sure what's driving them, the prednisone or the fact that PMSing. And I am. I'm irritable, depressed, anxious, bloated and broken out. I can't even imagine being anymore unhappy with my body. I need to start getting out there and moving around before the prednisone makes more fat little grubby pockets all over my body. The only good thing is that my vision is slowly coming back, I can actually make out differences in brightness.
The prednisone acne is bad. Very bad. It's all over my face, curves around my ears and is starting to spread down to my shoulders. They look like blisters more than anything else. My body is literally pushing the medicated toxins out of my body. It's disgusting. I feel like a game of connect the dots on a child's play pad.
I think, by far, what's getting to me the most is the depression. It's making me homesick, which is a very rare thing for me to feel. I've got this nagging little voice in the back of my head telling me I made a bad decision. I know this is far from true, that I made the right decision for me but it's this damn depression.
Tomorrow is a new day with a fresh slate. We'll have to see what happens.

My thoughts are not empty and hollow atm..

I'm a little scared that I haven't had any sign that my vision may recover. What makes it worse is when I look on the internet and read all the stats about the recovery chances at this level of progression. I know.. that someday I'll probably be completely blind, since with each flare-up I manage to get optical neuritis, but I'm not ready for it yet. Please, don't let it be now. I'm so fearful that I'll never be able to see out of my left eye again and that I won't be able to drive.
Chrissey would say I worry too much, but I think in this matter, I have a right to worry. What can I do if I go blind? How depressed I would be if I could never gaze on beautiful works of art or some cinematic piece? I know it happens to people, but after 27 years of seeing, I don' think I could cope. It would more than likely mean flushing a lot of my dreams down the toilet. There's one dream I don't think I could ever give up though. I think, despite it all, even if I was blind and unable to function with my own limbs, I'd still try to go for my dream of being a disability lawyer. I want to help people like me. I want to help others inflicted with MS so that they may have the chance to live a better life than I ever could have! I want to make sure that these people are treated fairly in the workplace, unlike I was by certain higher ups that I won't mention here. No one should ever feel like they aren't good enough because they were born with a disease like MS.
I think the real problem lies in the fact that someone knows at least one person with MS. They then say, oh yeah, my Great Aunt Shirley had MS and lived a long, healthy life. Hunny, I'm not your Great Aunt Shirley. The thing with MS is it affects people differently. You can't group all MS sufferers into one large category and expect the definition to fit. It doesn't work like that. For me, I have to keep my immune system weak because the moment it gets too strong I know I'm in for a relapse. Therefore, I catch every germ you bring to the office. I catch every bug that goes around. I'm a connoisseur of sickness! Mention what's going around lately and more than likely I've had it, far worse than you will ever get it.
But, I don't think I'm jaded. Although, I will say, I do shrug it off a bit as if it were my lot in life that I have to face. But beneath that shrug, I'm terrified. Terrified of where I will be in five years, in ten years and if I'll make it another twenty years. I know that if I ever find myself stuck in a bed, using a respiratory to breathe and just existing I will not allow myself to continue that way. Never. I don't think that's anyway to live. That's one of the reasons I moved to Oregon is because I know it's a state that allows assisted suicide for those who are capable of doing it. I want to be able to have that option! The option of choosing to live my life how I want to, not how the government says I am to live.
I didn't mean to go into such a dark place with my thoughts, but this is what I think about when I'm given a moment alone. A moment of self reflection like I had so much of when I was on the road. Sure, I want to be like everyone else and have the freewill to do anything I want, but unfortunately, I'm not able to at the moment. The thought brings tears to my eyes that I'm so bound by this disease. When will I ever get my chance of freedom? I thought moving to Portland was my chance at discovering myself and my freewill but how quickly that all can change in a day or two.
Bah, perhaps I'm just being foolish or throwing my own pity party. It's not like I mean to, but this just happens to be the place where my mind wanders too. I also desperately want to wash my hair and take a shower, but with this IV in my arm, it's not the easiest of chores. Therefore, I'll stick with being scummy!
Scummily yours,
Desiree