So if it feels like a relapse, sounds like a relapse, and looks like a relapse... is it a relapse???
The fun part about MS is just how unpredictable it is. It's like one of those neat carnival games where sometimes you win the giant panda, and sometimes you lose all your marbles, I mean quarters, trying to win a prize, any prize at all.
Yeah, actually that's not so fun.
I am sort of dealing with this a little better now. It is such a roller coaster ride to go through all the stages of grief every couple of months with each new flair-up. There's nothing quite like being physically AND emotionally drained at the same time.
I totally lost it today on the way to the hospital for my daily steroid infusion (not to be confused with the new booster at Jamba Juice...). I got pulled over for a speeding violation, couldn't find my current insurance card, and when the cop incredulously asked me why I hadn't see him back there the whole mile and a half he'd been following me, well, the waterworks started.
He still gave me two tickets totaling $700.00! but he did soften up a bit to carefully explain how I could get most of it dropped. I was just praying he wouldn't tell me to get out of the car. With my staggering, gimpy walk, I'd probably have been arrested for drunk driving! Thank God for small mercies!
So hopefully these steroid treatments will kick in sometime soon, and I'll start moving a little better. At the rate I'm going, I'm going to need a pony and cart to get me around. Yay, though, because I've always wanted a pony!
Ok, lame-o. I tried to post a response and it sent it to the wrong place. Here I go again, wasting time dinking around on the computer, trying to right the wrongs of the world, or at least of mis-postings...
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So since no one ever actually leaves a comment, I am not really sure if anyone reads anything I write. That would be depressing if I were writing for people to read what I wrote, but maybe I am just writing to write what I want to write, right?
I thought I'd leave myself a little comment here to make my day.
Dear Tracey, I read what you wrote. You are such a goof ball. Someday, though, when you are rich and famous, I hope you'll still remember me and give me lots of money and presents. So get busy and get rich and famous already!
Dear Tracey, I DID read what you wrote, actually. You ARE such an endearing goofball. Someday, though, when you are rich and famous, I hope you'll still remember me, especially as the person who reminds you to... "Be where you are right now, with who you are right now, and that's all you need to do right now. Life will happen anyway." So get busy and keep blogging already!
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