Yesterday I wanted to write a post about which medicines are working. I woke up yesterday feeling great, great as far as a good MS day. I worked out Saturday, Sunday and Monday having no pain in my arm or shoulder. What was more amazing was my stamina. I was able to get through each workout. Even though I napped all three days, I’ve been napping most afternoons when I haven’t worked out Anyway. What I noticed is my legs…
Go Me!!! I haven’t worked out on my own since sometime in June thanks to my shoulder tendonitis. Against my will, every time I tried to do something I felt it in my shoulder and I knew if I continued, the pain would be back until I ended up needing another cortisone shot. A shot I’m only allowed to receive once every 3 months. It killed me to stop. I worked out 6 days a week for years. I had…
I have to admit something, since I started taking Prozac again, I stopped crying over everything. I was literally crying over everything good and bad, happy and sad, it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to believe it but I was not altogether. It’s been maybe 5-6 months I’ve been back on it and I realized something the other day. I am happy Is my life perfect, absolutely not, but I’m happy. I started my spiritual journey over a year and…
I have this wonderful woman that comes to my home every week to work me out. She is an MS fitness trainer. She doesn’t have me doing weights or cardio, she has me working with kickballs and rings and my own body weight to work and move muscles that are weak and damaged. Muscle movements I would never go near because they are hard. Lots of core work. My very first attack back in 1998 left my left leg with…
Good morning and happy Monday. In the US its Labor Day and most people are off from work. Today marks the end of summer. School usually starts tomorrow for most kids. To me, it’s another day. I don’t work anymore. It’s been well over a year, closer to two years and I’m still adjusting to that fact. You’d think I’d have all this time on my hands but everyday seems to fly by no different than if I was on…
Yesterday was a rough day. I was very uncomfortable and tired. It happens but the good news is I knew WHY it was happening. I slept a lot yesterday. I took a 2 hour nap on the couch with my fur babies on either side. Even with the nap I still went into bed at 9:30pm. I feel less fatigued today, I don’t feel that weight in my bones but my skin is still sensitive. I HATE steroids. This was…
I had to be honest and let others know in case it happens to you, I haven’t been feeling great since my Ocrevus infusion on Wednesday. I expected the day of the infusion to feel lethargic and tired because of the Benadryl coming through the IV, but I am still feeling that way. It is Friday morning and anyone with MS will understand me when I say my bones feel so heavy. My skin is super sensitive which is definitely…
OK, maybe this is a little too premature. I mean this is only day two of being home without my daughter. I had to run the first errand today that normally she would run for me. Needed money at the bank. To take my walker out to go to the ATM that’s just way too many steps. So I wrote a check out to myself and cashed it at the drive-thru teller window, it worked. I have to be smart…
That was the message I received on my answering machine at 3:42 on Friday afternoon. I, of course, didn’t hear this message until late Friday night because I was in the city moving my daughter into her dorm. Of course this was Friday, they are closed Saturday and Sunday and my infusion was scheduled for Monday. Of course they offered no explanation as to WHY this was cancelled…was there another insurance issue? Drug issue? No idea. Just your appointment on…
I’ve had my travel scooter I use for years. It’s very light, folds into three parts and is perfect when I need to travel somewhere. However it is nothing like my electronic wheelchair. That one is much heavier, turns on a dime, but isn’t portable because each part is extremely heavy. Yesterday was day one with my daughter in the city. Her and I took my travel scooter by train. When I get into Pennsylvania Station, it’s always busy with people…
