Day 3 of Infusion

And apparently, the third time actually is a charm when sticking me for the new IV, cause it took 3 times.  Finally, she got a good one, unfortunately it's in the vein by my thumb and wrist on my right hand, so it makes doing certain things mighty tricky.

I'm having a mental issue with deciding whether or not I have to get my cane back out.  My balance hasn't been this bad since the beginning.  It's just really hard for me to go back to that.  I had always had some balance issues, but it's always been controllable.  It's not so much right now.

And of course, now that I have the steroids coursing through my body, a new set of questions comes up - will the steroids work?  When will the inflammation go down?  Will my balance get back to normal?

Good thing I'm an inquisitive one.  I think the questions are just going to keep piling up.

Have they made a "Mary Alert" yet?

'cause clearly on Sunday I needed one.  I had to make a quick trip to the bank, to switch some money around to cover for my large co-pay for my medicine. Now on any other day, I know my way to my bank. Today, I turned left off of my street and it totally confused me. I finally got to an intersection and actually said outloud "Mary, where are you?".  I finally made it to the bank, just by going the really really long way.  I'm guessing this is some sort of the multiple sclerosis fog I have been hearing about.  Can't wait til it starts to hug me too!

but once I was safely home, I laid on the couch and enjoyed the superbowl in a very controlled environment, watched over by my cats.  Now if only I can teach them to bring me snacks while I'm laid up.

Infusion, confusion

Saturday, I get up at a decent hour to clean my house before the home health nurse gets here to start my IV, even though I have it on pretty good authority that they don't really care too much as long as you don't have bed bugs, which, thankfully I do not.  I also wanted to take a shower before the iv, cause it's kinda hard to take one with it in.  The nurse was nice,but had to stick me twice. Then broke the news that they would  have to come back and change it on Monday, some crazy rule about only having it in for 3 days. Oh well.  The nurse stayed with me throuhout my infusion to make sure I didn't have a reaction.  The good thing was that "Wipeout" was on.  I gotta admit that I kinda enjoyed laughing at people getting hit in the face and wiping out, and not just because I was hooked up to crazy medicine.

New Lesions

I found out last Thursday that my MRI showed that I had new lesions in my neck.  My neck and spine have previously been untouched, but this shows that my MS is still active.  But my doc is jumping on it fast and will schedule 5 days of iv Solu-medrol to hopefully take the inflammation down.  Good thing I was at the grocery when he called, I picked up a few extra groceries so I could use my forced laziness to not leave my house too often while the IV is in.  On the flip side of that, my house is actually clean, so if anyone wants to visit. I will be kinda bored.

so on Friday when the pharmacy called to set up my infusion to begin on Saturday, I instantly became non-dizzy and could walk a semi-street line, I actually thought to myself, "Do I really need this? 5 days?"

Then the next morning, I woke up and stumbled into the wall. 5 days it is.

One of my best friends always says we are all on our own journey. I guess this is mine. Although, I would like to learn how to journey around the walls once in awhile.

Sometimes I like to sing the names of my medications....

To some of my favorite '80's songs.  Today, waiting on Lisa to pick me up for my second MRI of the week, I was enjoying my Ativan cocktail while humming the chorus of "Xanadu".  I think it fits quite well.  Sing it with me "Ativan.....Ativa-an".   See? Not bad.  Earlier in the night, say oh about 3 am when I couldn't sleep AT ALL, my mood was a little different and I really thought I would be singing to the tune of "Amadeus, Amadeus".  See what you think about this "Ativan, ativan, ativan, ativan, ativan, ativan, ativan, ativan, at-at-at-ativan oh, rock me ativan!"

It was a long night. 

I really thought I wasn't one to get nervous over things like this, it was just an MRI.  But when the last one didn't take because of my muscle spasms on the inside, that I can't even feel, messes it up, I guess I realize I'm at a new level.  It's a strange sensation to wish that the scans show something is wrong, or something new has raised it's ugly head.  I am kind of tried of being frustrated and thinking people look at me like there is nothing wrong with me.  Or when I stumble getting up from a chair, or walk into a wall.  First thought seems to be, what is she drinking!  And while I may have a glass of wine on occasion, it's not usually before work. 

I have been doing a lot of praying lately because of some work crossroads that I possibly will have to face.  About 4am this morning, I realized that while I may have said I was frustrated, I think I'm really scared.  Wacky things are going on and I'm just trying to deal with them the best I can.  I start to feel like I shouldn't ask people to help me, cause what if that's just the last time they got for me. 

I don't wanna be a bother.  I get that from my Aunt.

I'm gonna get in bed and read now. Tomorrow could be a whole other adventure, especially if the doctor calls.