I'd Blame It On the Lyrica, But...

I've had a peculiar song running through my head today. I'd blame it on the new medication, Lyrica, but since I haven't even started taking it yet, I doubt it is responsible for my musical mind today.

Remember the song from childhood called, "Hole In My Bucket"? The words were something like, "There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole." I'd sing it for you now, but I'd probably crash your computer.

Today, that song has been sing-songing through my brain, only with the word "bucket" being replaced with the word, "noggin". That's right...There's a hole in my noggin, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in my noggin, dear Liza, a hole.

I went this morning for yet another MRI as follow up in the Rituxan Study I am participating in. Neither my study neurologist or I are supposed to know the results of any tests done in this study. And if the sponsoring drug company asks ME, I know nothing. Whatever...

My study neurologist "may have" pulled the MRI up immediately on the computer screen...we "may have" accidentally reviewed it together. I "may have" actually wished we hadn't.

New enhancing lesions. Not old ones currently inflamed. New enhancing lesions. The MS continues to roar through my brain. New enhancing lesions even SINCE my MRI the first part of May. There's a hole in my noggin, dear Liza, dear Liza...

Another email with Dr. She Who Will Not Be Named. An email back letting me know she has already spoken by phone with my study neurologist. Another round of IV steroids to schedule. There's a hole in my noggin, dear Liza, dear Liza...

I don't think dear Liza really gives a crap...