D for "delightful"

The long weekend is over.

There isn't much pumpkin pie left.

I have done a bit of Christmas shopping.

And my Vitamin D level is low. 

I mean, really, really low.  And just so everyone knows, I cannot just drink some extra milk.  But I do appreciate you suggesting it for me.  Holy cow!  I would have to drink a lot of milk to make up for the 50,000 IU of Vitamin D I now have to take.

So, why is it so low?  There have been debates about the correlation between Multiple Sclerosis and low Vitamin D levels.  And there have been studies that say Vitamin D can prevent or slow the progression of MS.  I'm just kinda happy that I found something that says why I may have gotten MS. 

Of course, I could have a low level because I am Irish and only get sunburned, so I stay out of the sun as much as possible.  Another reason could be that I spent the last 5 years of my life working on patrol at night and sleeping during the day.  Maybe that made me more prone to get MS.  I didn't realize that all those days cuddled in my bed with the curtains drawn caused my brain to be cookin' some lesions!  No wonder my retinas are so sensitive to light.  I wear my sunglasses at night.....

I started my prescription Vit D on Saturday.  I'm really enjoying the long list of medications I am taking.  The most important information I check on them when I first get them filled is the list of side affects. 

Pretty much if it doesn't say "weight gain", I will have no problem taking it.

"Funny the way it is..."

I really need to get back in the habit of updating this more often, for no other reason than it is cathartic for me.  And I love a good catharsis every once in awhile.... And, maybe someone will read it and get a kick out of it, or realize they aren't the only one with wacky stuff going on.

I expected to leave my neurologist's office full of snark, but with my new attitude, I was all smiley!  He told me my balance is getting better.  Not perfect yet, but I mentioned that he didn't know me PL (Pre-Lesions) and that it wasn't that great to begin with.  He upped one of my medicines that should help with the muscle twitches.  I think it does, but maybe I have just gotten used to them.  Either way, they don't bother me as much, so it's a winning situation for me.

I left the office with an appointment for another MRI to see how my brain is doing (go ahead and insert your jokes here).  They got me in just a few days after my visit.  Apparently they are all fans of working very expeditiously.

I know a lot of people do not like MRI's but they really don't bother me too much even though they are noisy and you can get a little claustrophobic.  They let me pick what music I wanted to listen to.  I haven't had that option before.  So, since I just try to zone out during the test, I picked Dave Matthews Band.  It's kinda hard for me to understand what he is singing, so combining his mumbling with the noise of the machine, I was still able to just zone out...

They gave me a CD of the images they took of my brain.  Isn't it cute?  Check out my eyes!  You can't tell in this picture, but they are blue with orange splashes.

Of course when I got to a computer, I tossed the CD in and tried to see if my lesions are better or not.  After looking at over 600 images, I realized that I am not a doctor and even though I know what the lesions look like, I don't know if they are new or old, bigger or smaller.  So I will wait for him to call me back.

He did.  And it wasn't all bad.  The other lesions I have seem to be "quiet".  I felt like I should have been whispering when I was on the phone with him so they wouldn't "wake up".  But what this meant was that the medicine I am on seems to be doing it's job.  However.....

Here is a new lesion...



Here is a new lesion...



And here is a new lesion...

In keeping with the whole "can't really tell you much about this disease" thing, it is unknown when the new lesions popped up. I didn't start my shots until 2 months after I was diagnosed and I wasn't on the full dose for 6 weeks - it doesn't really start to work for at least a month.  What the new lesions mean, though, is that the disease is still active. But since my new symptoms are controlled, I am just going to continue on what I have been doing and, barring any odd episodes, I'll have another MRI in a year

I can live with that.

 So, doc...will you change anything on my work restrictions??

He kind of did. He said I have a "neurological condition" and that it caused some "gait unsteadiness". "Climbing or careful balancing might be more difficult" for me. And he said I probably shouldn't chase bad guys over rooftops. Not a problem. Heights are not my favorite thing. And if I encounter a incident that requires me to carefully balance on a
tight rope between buildings, I'm gonna have to call for backup.

Now if I can just get the city doctor to agree....

It's been awhile...

I have been absent from my story for a bit.  The written story, anyway.  The story has still been with me and a few chapters have been added.  So, let's do some catching up...

My brain is still frayed!  I'm still giving myself a shot every other day, and I'm up to the full dose.  It's really not so bad.  The side affects have subsided, and I think the medicine actually warded off a relapse or 2.  But really, who knows?  Did I have a dizzy spell because of the lesions are because I had a head cold?  Or was it because my niece made me roll down the hill over and over?  The answer is similar to the question of how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop....The world may never know.

I kinda got side tracked a few days after my last post.  Things were going pretty well, I was back to work and spent a nice weekend with my family and best friend.  When I got home Sunday afternoon, my door was unlocked.  Very, very strange.  I always lock my door.  I went inside and my couch was moved.  Surely the cats didn't get together and move it.  I walked to the kitchen....the back door window was broken and all the cabinets were opened.  I actually thought to myself, "Wow, that was a weird storm that blew through my house."  I blame my inability to see what had actually happened on the lesions.

When I went upstairs to my bedroom and found my bed overturned, every item from every drawer on the floor, I kinda figured it wasn't the cats or a storm.  I had become a side of the crime triangle...the victim of a burglary.  Well, this is zero good.

If I had written about this right after it happened, you would have read a lot of angry words, some boo-hooing, and why me's?  But none of that really does any good.  I was mad, I'm sure I cried, and I know I said, "Seriously?  Haven't I had enough of a bad year?"  But, getting back to my whole "glass 3/4ths full" thing, I will focus on the good parts.  I had a friend who dropped everything and came right over, took me to dinner and helped me cover my back door.  Other friends and family who helped me clean up.  And all of my cats were still in the house.  So, once I was able to not jump at every noise in my house or sneak through the house looking like Rambo (that's right, come on in while I'm home...), I got over it.  Still, 4 months later and I'm not sure I have everything back where it belongs!  Of course, I'm not sure everything was where it belonged in the first place.....

Fast forward to August....I'm not going to go into everything.  Frankly, it's still too raw to really talk about, but.... My dad had cancer and got a not so good report.  We dealt with it, got through that one. 

Then came September....Dad got a his calcium level a little whacked out.  Ok, a lot whacked out.  Ended up in the hospital.  To make a very fast happening story a little faster (just to get it over with), he died on 9/11.  He was a fire fighter so the day was appropriate and he did know how to make entrances and exits.

It was the worst thing ever.  Still is.  My glass has a bit of a leak in it.

Anyway, all this goes back to the question I asked earlier "Hasn't the year been bad enough?".  I will never ask that question again.  You get what you can deal with, and I suppose one day I will know why my 39th year had to be so bad.  One good thing that has come of it is that you are looking at 1 chick who will not complain about turning 40 next September!

So tomorrow, the snarkiness will come back because I have an appointment to the neurologist and he will tell me things like, "Oh, it's too early to tell still."  and "I'm not sure yet."  But honestly, it's ok.  I have learned a lot of lessons so far this year.  How to walk with a cane, how to give myself a shot, how to say good-bye.....

Hmmm, shots don't seem so bad anymore.  So, appreciate the people around you.  Let them know you love them.  Don't take anything for granted.  Things can change in a second.  Make sure you are ready.

I got chills....

They're multiplyin'.....

But so far, nothing's losing control, thankfully.

I gave myself my 3rd dose this afternoon.  Didn't take anything before hand, because I wanted to see what it would do.  And, about 4 hours later, I'm feeling a little achy.  Nothing too terrible, but I wanted to jot it down in my journal.  Goes something like this:

Dose 3. Achy.

I like to keep it kind of simple, you know.

Do you know what achy means???  That's right!  I will be taking some NyQuil soon.  And I just bought the mixed berry flavor today.  I also picked up some Advil, so before anyone thinks I have a "problem", on Wednesday, I will take the Advil before my dose to try to ward off the symptoms. 

And since I'm only on 1/4th of a dose, working my way up to a whole dose, I bought the big bottle of Advil. 

Which came first....

The side effects or my hypochondriac-ism??

Dose number one was deep within my system by about 7pm last night.  At around 7:30pm, I started feeling a little weird.  Tired, achy and I think my head was hot.  So by 9pm, I was home, in bed with NyQuil also coursing through my system.  By 9:45pm I was fast asleep and missed who won Iron Chef....

So, what caused it??  I had a busy day.  Pool therapy in the morning, then I did laundry, followed by a bit of work.  I rushed home and got my medicine, then rushed out to meet Renee for dinner.  That was a big day.  I very easily could have been wiped out by that.  Or, it was the medicine.  Of course, since I have been accused many times of being a hypochondriac by my siblings, it is possible that just because the nurse told me that it was possible to have flu-like symptoms, I would have them.

So, I'm going to wait to decide....Next dose is Saturday evening.

Oh, happy day....

No, seriously.  Happy day!  My medication came today!  And, as an added bonus, Laurel, the nurse was able to fit me in to show me how to mix up the liquid gold that I will be injecting into my belly.  But wait, it keeps getting better!  Work let me leave early to meet Laurel, and then....I know, how much better can this get??  I had dinner with Renee!  And it was happy hour, so the appetizers were half off!  I'm so ok with this MS stuff!!  (At least for now....)

So, doing the math, it was exactly 2 months ago today that I was diagnosed with MS.  How cool that it was today that I got started on my medicine?  I don't believe in accidents....unless you count the time I had a sneezing fit and sort of hit my cruiser into a parked car.  That was totally an accident.....

I'm trying to get this episode of my blog out before any adverse symptoms from the medicine start.  If I wait too long, this may have a whole different tone to it! 

All the equipment they gave me is very cool.  Syringes, little vials of medicine, needles, even an auto injector.  After practicing giving the shot 4 times, twice with just the syringe and twice with the auto thing, I decided that just giving it with the syringe would be a little easier for me.  Luckily I was a vampire before I became a cop, so I have some experience with needles.  Of course, I only took blood out, I never put anything in before. 

It was time to do the real thing.  I attached a couple things, pushed some stuff into a vial, mixed it up, put it in the syringe, put some ice on my belly and finally stalled for a bit and chatted with Laurel.  Eventually, though, I had to do it.  And, you know....it wasn't bad at all!  It's a little needle and the ice numbed my skin so I really didn't feel it much.  I think knowing what it is supposed to do for me makes me not mind all that stuff....it probably wouldn't matter if it did hurt.

So now I get to be proactive...I have taken my Advil and my night medicine and hopefully will sleep through the fever and flu-like stuff that 6 out of 10 people get.  But, honestly, if it slows down more lesions and the disability part of it, I'll take the flu.

Besides, I love NyQuil, remember??

God has a real good sense of humor....

There are plenty of days that God makes me chuckle.  Even with everything going on, I realize you have to laugh.  Sometimes it's when I get called one of my new nicknames, like Grandma, Invalidy, or Crip (I'm starting my own segment of the gang, Crips...now I just need one of my nemesis' to start the Bloods, and we will be in business). 

Then there are the times when the irony of a situation makes you shake your head.  This is what happened the day I got to go back to work.  My bff, Renee, was told by her doctor that she was not allowed to go to work.  You see, she was getting on a horse and something popped in her knee.  It's not like she was new to the horse scene, either.  She has been riding for many years.  But on this particular day, something went a bit wrong. 

Actually, it went more than a little bit wrong....She tore her ACL.  And now she has to have surgery on Tuesday.  This is what the 2 of us look like together.

Aren't we adorable??  She's on crutches and I'm on a cane.  20 years we have known each other and we pretty much agreed that when one of us was weak, the other would be strong....But, I think this is kind of funny.  Now after a few weeks of her driving me around, looks like I'll be able to return the favor. 

I'll be impressed if we get through the next two months without Tim coming home to find us in a ball unable to get up by ourselves.  The bright side to that is that I am sure we will be giggling....