Stick a fork in me; I’m done…

Twin Forks
Photo by dvs

On the 10th of July, I was standing on the cold slate floor of my kitchen when I realized it was only cold to my right foot, not my left.  By Tuesday the 12th, I couldn’t feel the towel when I dried my left leg after a shower.  By the 14th, I couldn’t feel the towel all the way up to my waist on the left side.

Luckily, I had an appointment for the 15th with my neurologist.  Oddly enough, we’d just set that appointment as a check-up.  Little did we know how important it would be.  By that night, I knew that it looked like a second demyelinating episode (which would change the diagnosis to MS) and I had scheduled the MRI and spinal tap and started on the mega-dose of prednisone.

It is crazy how the steroids stop the damage from getting any worse.  Right now, I get to play a two-month waiting game to see how much I get back.  At dinner the other night, I decided to test my leg, so I picked up my fork and poked the leg all over to see if it had feeling anywhere.  (Horrible table manners, I know.  I don’t know what came over me.)  It doesn’t feel sharpness or softness, really, which is bizarre because it still works properly.  It feels heavier than the right leg, but that’s about it.

Tonight will be my first night off steroids since July 15th.  I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep!

  • {Body Fat} released: Upper body workout at the gym with Q, then 20 min recumbent bike (and some handstands in the pool).
  • {Clutter} released:  Put all the hamster stuff on Craigslist.  (R.I.P., Tigger.)  Started sorting books in the basement to see what we can purge.  Lynette’s fork is back, though.  That thing just can’t be purged, I guess.

All the stuff that fits

“She came back.”  – David

When I had my first bout of demyelinating disease (Transverse Myelitis), Dr Z put me on a course of SoluMedrol, a megadose of IV steroids.  Because time was of the essence this go-round, he chose to go with oral prednisone rather than wait to schedule the IV sessions.  According to my most recent pharmacy class at the University of Google Medical School, an average adult dose of prednisone is 5 mg to 50 mg.  I got twelve 50-mg tablets in the morning and twelve more at night for the first five days, a whopping gram-plus of jittery insomniac moon-faced goodness.  Needless to say, I have not been feeling like myself.  Sitting at the table for a meal would get me so wound up that I’d collapse in heart-racing madness for a couple of hours at a stretch.  If I haven’t been returning your calls, that could be why.

@ Home - Spoony

I’ve been tapering off the prednisone for about a week, but yesterday was the first day that I had the slightest bit of energy. Determined as I am to kick this releasing process into gear, I decided to start with releasing clutter from the kitchen.  (The steroids have also made me ravenous and I was pretty much going to be hanging out in there all night, anyway.)  Four drawers and a couple of cupboards later, I’d had a revelation.  I was looking for outliers – the mismatched mugs, the bowls without lids, the single measuring cup – but I let my eyes glide right past the fact that I have three full sets of measuring spoons, three sets of measuring cups and – so help me – four whisks.  Because, of course, they are all different, all unique in their own special had-to-have-it way, and they all FIT.  Yeah, I’m going to need to look at that a bit more deeply…

  • {Clutter} released: 2 mugs, 2 cups, 3 rubber spatulas, 1 measuring cup, basting brush, 3 baby utensils, 1 fork of Lynette’s.

@ Home – Spoony” by jnyemb / BY CC