Last week the neurologist didn’t give me anything for this flare, since I was already improving when I saw her. I’m about 80% normal right now. I’m not taking 4 hour naps, and I’ve even been able to walk around a short block, and make a quick trip to the store. It’s nice to be feeling better.
I didn’t find out much on paying for a new prescription. I spoke with one of the helplines and my doc has to submit something to them, then they will see if I am eligible for any program. If I don’t then I’ll investigate one of the other drug programs.
I’m trying hard not to be upset with myself for stopping my treatments. I guess I had to prove it to myself that the drugs were really doing something, and that I really had MS and it could be just as bad as when I was first diagnosed. It’s strange, but I felt like I really wasn’t sick at all, and felt sort of guilty somehow that others were so bad off when I felt fine. Isn’t that ridiculous? I felt guilty about not feeling bad. What’s that mean?
So today they called to schedule my MRI. That’s next Tuesday. Actually, they will do three of them. I’ll get there at 8:00 AM and won’t leave til about noon. They said they didn’t usually do all three on one day because it’s so long, but since that’s how I’ve always done it, they agreed to do it in just one day. I’d much prefer to get it all done in one visit.
Then on Wednesday I see the neuro again, and on Friday I see my new psychiatrist. Finally, I’m getting a handle on my medical conditions since the move. It only took me 9 months. Kicking and dragging my feet at each turn. I haven’t been seeing a therapist, but I decided I will also find a new one and see them for a few months at least. Get myself back on track. Then, maybe after I’m on the new drug I’ll be feeling good enough to go back to karate.