I was about to write something else this morning, and then I got a phone call. The call was actually from my insurance company regarding my nursing aide. While on the phone with her she was listening to my dogs bark and started asking me questions. What kind of dogs are they? How old are they? And then she went on to say how she would love to have a dog. Anybody that knows me, knows that my dogs are…
I have to be honest, I’ve been asked this more than once by family members, doctors and friends. For probably 15 of the 19 years I have MS, I was on Prozac. I think in my 20s I was miserable for many reasons, especially when I got my diagnosis. However, the main reason for Prozac was because Betaseron, my MS therapy drug, had the side effect of depression. It’s like you take a drug, but then you need something to…
When I was 16 or 17 years old I went to a psychic, the only thing I remember, and unfortunately I’ve always lived by, she told me I won’t have a lot of friends but the few that I would have will be true friends. I remember thinking that’s good I’ll have true friends for the rest of my life. At 16 and 17 when girls were still backstabbing each other I thought that was a pretty good thing. As…
