I won’t lie to ya…

MS sucks, plain and simple.

Yes, I have it, and I’ve been dealing with it for well nigh eight years now. Usually, it’s a mere inconvenience, but sometimes it does go a little further.

Last week I saw my 2nd relapse after all this time, and it crept up so suddenly I barely noticed it was there until I was drying off after the shower, and a very important area of my anatomy was completely numb. That had been a while. But all I could think of was, “Thank GOD I have a new neurologist.”

The first neurologist I had in Edmonton was a moronic jerkoff with a giant stick up his ass. My wonderful MS drugs had kept me stable and healthy for 5 years, but upon our arrival in Alberta, I had to be re-diagnosed for the healthcare system. And because my MRI came back completely clean, he was convinced I was lying or stupid. Even though my old MRI films showed lesions popping up all over the place, circa 2005. He yanked me off the drugs, told me I’d been misdiagnosed, and then the fun began. I had a wonderful 20 months with a new lease on life, convinced of this, until the first relapse hit me like a Mack truck back in 2011. I wanted the asshole’s head on a platter. Albertans looking for a neurological reference? Talk to me first before you get in to see this guy. You’ll thank me later. Avoid a fellow with the last name R-O-B-E-R-T-S.

I’ve been dealing with my 2nd ever bout of IV steroids this week, making me basically bitchy, aggressive, unfocused, and loopy. I can’t concentrate on anything. I told a friend of mine I could till up my garden using my teeth. I’m so ready to have this damned thing out of my arm. I haven’t been able to wash my hair for three days.

But the feeling is coming back. To my feet, to my thighs, and most importantly, to my nether parts, which was the most terrifying. Yay for Solumedrol.

My Arm, soon to be sans IV