Sunday, March 09, 2008

Maybe NOT A Coveted BLOGGER Award?...

So, there's been a whole lot of MS Bloggin' Love flying around on the time machines today...I, personally, have even received some blogging awards from several of you. Which I can only once again remark, "You actually READ this CRAP?!?" I am touched (many have said that about me)...seriously. Y'all are too sweet.


I like to think of myself as a "kind" person who's not afraid to say things just because it might leave a bad taste in my mouth...some of my favorite bloggers follow in this same vein...fearlessly speaking their truth(s) because some things just NEED to be said. It's the old, "if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck, it's probably a DUCK!" motto (you can substitute the word "manure" in that analogy, too...sort of). Just tell it like it is...for me...for you. The truth doesn't hurt...lies and false promises do. And if I "offend" you in my tongue wagging, I can offer you this: The world is a big place. Take two steps back, turn the page, surf another site, do whatever you need to do to be happy...I genuinely WANT you to find happiness. The same goes for me...if YOU say something I take offense to, I don't have to READ you. I can change the channel, align myself with those that only support MY ideas, etc.

Well...I certainly couldn't be left out in the creativity process of BLOGGING AWARDS, so I've come up with my own, SPECIAL award for a handful of you fearless bloggers out there! And I'd like to present the "I'm Just Sayin' Smells Like Bullsh*#" award to the following 5 bloggers (because 5 is an easy number to cut and paste!)...who make me smile, laugh, think, and generally speak their wisdom/truths that resonate inside the deep well I call my conscience:


Steve's BJJ Blog (non-MS, non-BS, too!)

Please feel free to pass this "award" on to anyone YOU see fit...there are so many of you, so little time!

The Least You Could Do Is GET MY EFFING NAME RIGHT!!!...

I'm a sensitive person...I just accept this. Things that seem like minor "slights" to most people can irritate the hell out of me, sending me on war paths or worse, extreme "bouts of spouts"...a little label I use for my personal rants.

But today's email from the National Multiple Sclerosis Society just could NOT be ignored...so here goes yet another bout of spout...


Hello, NMSS...Yes, we ALL know this week marks the kick off of what is quietly whispered as National MS Awareness Week, March 10th - 17th. I say "quietly" because NO ONE ELSE, BUT PEOPLE WITH MS seem to know this "awareness" exists at all...and still, we try to promote OUR parade week, falling far short of those damn Breast Cancer folks in both awareness and fund raising...another rant for another time.


I have to tell you (once again), I'm still rather pissed off about the sudden color change for our gang sign...I liked the RED BAND OF HOPE rubber wrist band...still have one and still wear one. But this is only because you've done nothing to REPLACE the item with the new orange and brown (seriously, brown???) gang colors. Fortunately, I "donated" some money to the cause two years ago and BOUGHT several of these items, so I'll have a few to wear into my old age to promote the cause...doesn't seem likely anyone is going to be making an ORANGE version of this BAND OF HOPE any time soon...I mean, it HAS been two years since you discontinued it.


And speaking of FUND-RAISING...I get more emails than I can possibly delete from you wanting me to join this walk or that bike ride or be a part of some "movement". I'm going to type really slowly here so you can get this. I HAVE MS. Repeat. I HAVE MS. Walking, riding a bike, and simply MOVING is quite a challenge on GOOD days! Why is it you continue to ask ME to do these things? Oh sure...I DO participate when I can and I'm also quite skilled at SUCKERING my unsuspecting friends into draining their pockets, time, and energy to support these events. They DON'T have MS and oddly, they DO support me. There are hundreds of thousands of good people out there WITHOUT MS who do want to help raise money to find a cure for this crappy disease...if for no other reason, than to SHUT ME UP! But maybe you should be focusing more of your "fund-raising" energy on them? They likely HAVE more "fund-raising" energy AND money available because they DON'T have MS!


When I can, I slip you a few dollars every year in donations...I'm not saying this to brag...I'm saying this because it is true. I'm certainly not looking for a free ride here in treating/research/curing Multiple Sclerosis and, like it or not, I'm a part of this "team". When I've got extra cash, YOU get it...because ultimately, I have this Pollyannic notion what goes around, comes around...and, you'll GET around to me...eventually. Because the sad and harsh reality is, I'm NOT GOING AWAY AND NEITHER IS MY MS...unless, of course, some of that fund-raising money really DOES find a cure for this bitch-slapping disease.


Had you not sent me this email today, NMSS, I might not have written this post at all:
The email itself is your typical, "you can do it, rah rah, ain't life grand with MS" email...I'm used to these. Somebody needs to keep a positive attitude and I'm banking on YOU for this...because frankly, sometimes MY attitude about MS just plain sucks. But it is the "address" you used that sent me into a tailspin today! The email begins with "DEAR SUSAN"!!!!!!!


My mother named me "Linda" for a reason (actually, my sisters named me because my mother was too tired to come up with anything after birthing her 3rd female child)...there's no "SUSAN" in my name...not even my middle name (which would have made me an "LSD" by initials and I KNOW my mother would not have approved THAT, tired or not!). I've known several "SUSAN's" in my lifetime, but I've never assumed their identity...I don't BLOG as a "SUSAN"...and, never once has the name "SUSAN" been used in context with me (other "choice" names sure, like "A-hole", "beauch", etc., but never "SUSAN").


So, as you can see, I'm a bit put off by this email...you obviously don't know me nor care to know me even well enough to get my name right...you've kind of "soured" my MS Awareness Week, quite frankly. It's like being told there's a party for you and then discovering you are NOT the guest of honor...someone named "SUSAN" is...perhaps you should talk to HER next time you're looking for a donation...

Saturday, March 08, 2008

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends...

Who SANG that song anyway? Suppose I could "google" it if I really wanted to know...at any rate, the catchy tune, "I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends", has now grown into a serious earworm today. I can't seem to get the song out of my head OR replace it with another!


I imagine the song is (now tormenting me) running through my mind because it is TRUE...I HAVE been getting by with a little help from my friends...actually, a LOT of help. :-) It has been a very difficult go of it being trapped at home in this relapse and, if it weren't for the kindness of my friends, I'd surely have become one of my OWN patients right now! I had a wonderful visit this past week from a previous boss (already mentioned that in another post I think...but here's a pretty picture of some tulips she brought me):
Then on Thursday, I had a most delightful visit from my favorite 3 year old and her mother...one of my coworkers who has adopted as a single mom. We colored, tormented the cat (paybacks are hell, Meha! Moohahaha), she danced, and we basically had a great 3 year old time until her mother's feline allergies kicked in full force and it was time to leave to breathe. These flowers came with young Gracie:
And to round off my Thursday, I had an afternoon visit from "T"...otherwise known as "my dawg"...yet another dear friend and coworker (still friends even AFTER I broke her knee last year during a self-defense training!). She brought a most lovely apple pastry, which barely touched the plate before it hit my gullet.


On Friday, I did (somewhat foolishly...hindsight is a wonderful thing) return to work for 9 1/2 hours...but even THIS was tempered by Saint EB (who also visited earlier in the week, brought tulips, but I "forgot" to take a photo of them! Fifty lashes for me...), who took me under her broad wings and put me on a "special project" assignment...I sorted and threw out 30 years of CRAP from the office files and rather enjoyed myself until I hit the proverbial wall around 3:30PM. At exactly 3:30PM, my walls began closing in and I had breathed in as much 30 year old dust as I could possibly take...I still had 3 more hours left in my time at work, so I managed to complete a few other less "tedious" tasks, read my office email, and punch out on the clock in time to leave...two coworkers escorted me to work and took me home from work, so the only distance walking I had to do was to and from a parking garage. I got home and immediately CRASHED on the couch dead to the world.

Today, Saturday, was a beginning rainy day here (of course I was UP at 3:00AM when it WAS raining...sigh...steroid insomnia still), which melted into a cool, spring-like afternoon...full of sunshine and dryness. Here's a photo of my daffodils just to prove it WAS beautiful here:








And now, it's time for myself and the tormented cat to lay down and try to snooze again...must reserve as much energy as I can muster to deal with the "springing forward" of Daylight Savings Time tonight...personally, I prefer to "fall backward", but no one consulted me on THIS one...

Friday, March 07, 2008

Testing My Computer Skills...Lisa's "Linky Love Post"...

This post comes from Lisa at Brass & Ivory...she's painstakingly taken the time to put together an extensive MS Blogging list. I do hope I have "done the right thing" here by trying to follow her simple instructions to repeat the post on CHEESE...but let's face it...I'm just not that bright! Hopefully all of the links will still work:

There are at least 137 MS Bloggers out there actively discussing whatever suits their fancy. Below you will find many of these suspects....wait... I mean lovely blogger friends who happen to have multiple sclerosis.Remember how I mentioned a group project was in the works? Well here it is. As the founder of the Carnival of MS Bloggers, I'd like your help in spreading the word, and in doing so we will strengthen the bonds of our own little Multiple Sclerosis Blogging Web (and share some linkie love with each other). If you are not an MS Blogger, but are a regular reader here, please feel free to help spread the word too.

Here's what you do:

Copy the entirety of this post
Create a new post and paste this content
Visit 3 of the blogs listed below which you were unfamiliar
Leave a comment on their blog encouraging them to participate
Please add
Brass and Ivory to your sidebar, if it's not alreadyNew editions of the Carnival of MS Bloggers will be presented bi-weekly at Brass and Ivory. Previous editions will be are archived here and the button below has been revised to include the new link. Please update your sidebar.

Names of the Blogs - Name of Blogger (if known)
and # of posts in 2008 (as of 3/5)9 Brand New MS Bloggers joined the blogosphere in 2008!!New!

Carole's MS Blog (Carole) 49New!
Great Mastications (Orla) 37New!
Movin' On with MS (Sammie) 26New!
Me, Myself and MS (Emma) 10New!
Being Ammey 8New!
Blogbuster (Daniel) 6New!
Etsy Crest (Shelby) 6New!
Serina's Blog 5New!
I'm Beating MS (Michael)

2Most Prolific MS Blogger - so far in 2008!!
Jim's Deep Thoughts (Jim) 231Top

10 Rather Prolific MS Bloggers - so far in 2008!!
A Stellarlife (Diane) 109
Multiple Synchronicities & Sclerosis (Merelyme) 90
Friday's Child 70
My Journey - Living Well with MS (Diana) 69
Sunshine and Moonlight (Kim) 65
The MonSter Ate My Branes! (Natalie) 65
Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia 60
Brass and Ivory (Lisa) 56
Brain Cheese (Linda) 52
Maybe I'm Just Lazy (Julie) 5128

Moderately Prolific MS Bloggers - so far in 2008!!
Maggsbunny (Maggie) 48
Living with Multiple Sclerosis (TC) 47
MS My Way 43
Bugs, Bikes, Brains (Shauna) 39
Dancing with MS (Lazscott) 37
Trying to Catch My Breath 37
A Florida Journal (SwampAngel) 35
Now We Are Six (Tish) 33
Reality Check (Michael) 32
Access Denied (Herrad) 31
Multiple Sclerosis Blog (Charles of MSBpodcast.com) 30
MS Activist (NMSS) 29
Self-injecting Chinese Hamsters since 2007 27
Shirl's the Girl (Shirley) 27
Disabled Not Dead (Anne) 26
Life with MS (Trevis) 26
Living with MS (Blinders Off) 25
White Lightning Axiom - Redux (mdm) 25
Stevers! 23
Word Salads (Have Myelin?) 23
Danieldoo (Vivian) 22
Caregivingly Yours (Patrick) 20
Deo Volente (Lisa N) 20
Down the MS Path (Vicki) 19
Do You Have That in My Size? (Denise) 17
Jenn's Nook (Jenn) 17
Fingolimod and Me (Jeri) 16
Human Life Matters (Mark) 1651

Mildly Prolific MS Bloggers - so far in 2008!!
A Life of Learning with MS 15
Behind Blue Eyes (Zee) 15
Katy and Mike's Adventure (Katy) 15
Living Life as a Snowflake (Sharon) 15
Mandatory Rest Period (Kim) 15
MS Maze (Mandy) 15
My Journey with MS (Christina) 15
The Multiple Sclerosis Companion (Pat) 15
'Tis Herself (Kell) 15
A Short in the Cord (Joan) 14
Blindbeard's MS Blog 14
Bubbie's Blog (Cathy) 14
One Crazy Chick (Chris) 14
Pat's Pond (Pat) 14
Rants and Musings (Cutter) 14
G and K's Mom 13
MS Toolkit 13
Newly Diagnosed with MS (Andrea) 13
One Life (Stephen) 13
MS Not Just a Diary (Doug) 12
Rayne's World (Jayme) 12
Chaos Personified 11
My MS Journal (Jaime) 11
Purely Patsy (14 yr old Patsy) 11
Victoria Plum - Technician! (Victoria) 1126

Less Prolific MS Bloggers - so far in 2008!!
Broken Clay (Katja) 10
Mark Pickup (Mark) 10
My Chain Driven Ride through Life in Alaska (Michelle) 10
Deborah Does Navel-Gazing (Deb) 9
Funky Mango's Musings 9
Inside the Mind of a Squirrel 9
Living Well with MS (Michon) 9
No Time for MS (Courtney) 9
Sorting It All Out (Michael) 9
Travels With Lucy (Virginia) 9
MS Caregivers (Prudence) 8
Can You Hear Me Now? (Donna) 7
Irreverence is Justified 7
Multiple Sclerosis Notes 7
My Tysabri Diary (Lauren) 7
Chris Has MS (Chris) 6
Diary of MS X (7 Divas) 5
Electrical Disturbance (Stephan) 5
Know Multiple Sclerosis 5
MS in the OC (Frank) 5
MS News and Notes (Deb) 5
MS Recovery Diet Blog (Ann) 5
The Endomorph (Ruth) 5
The Jaws of My Life (Jaws) 5
Time to Deal with MS (Homer) 5
YodaMamma MS & More 538

Barely Prolific MS Bloggers - so far in 2008!!Some of these folks have multiple blogs or co-blog and are loved none-the-less!! Let's help spread the love and let them know that WE know they are appreciated.
Carolyne's MS Odyssey (Carolyne) 4
Defeating Illness (Chris) 4
Intent, Context, Perception (Chris) 4
Libbi's MS Journey (Libbi) 4
MS Recovery Diet Blog (Judi) 4
My Autoimmune Life 4
The Life & Times of Sancho Knotwise (JM) 4
The Zen Pretzel Trick (Zen Angel) 4
When it's Raining... (Keeley) 4
Kebenaran - The Truth 3
Montana Homecoming (Sister Jane) 3
Ms Quill 3Reality Chick (Keli) 3
Catch My Disease (Lisle) 2
Clods and Pebbles 2
Dissonance 2
Georgia MS Advocates 2
Lazy Dog Public House 2
Looking Forward with MS (Pamela) 2
Surviving MS in Alaska (Michelle) 2
These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty (Trrish) 2
Troy's Multiple Sclerosis Experience 2
You Me and MS (Judi) 2
Camille's MSadventures 1
Comment Column (Virginia) 1
Erik's MS & Lyme Blog 1
Hop Bloody Hop (Philip) 1
Jenn's Journey with MS (Jenn) 1
Living with MS (Cyndee) 1
Mismorphic's World of MS 1
MS Musings 1
MS Real Life Stories & Issues (Kristin) 1
Postcards of My Life (Sherry) 1
Rebooting Times 1
Shoester (Doug) 1
The BS of My MS (Heather) 1
The Perseverant Pincushion (Trish) 1
Tysabri Help (Deej) 1

Having too many items from various posters to count:
LJ Users with Multiple Sclerosis

And finally - 26 MS Bloggers who have been silent in 2008!!
Angst on a Shoestring (Gina)
Dandelion Wine (Lynx)
Doug's MS Journal (Doug)
Imagine Bliss Butterfly (Suzy)
It's Not All in My Head (Optimist)
Just Above the Abyss (Heidi)
Life with MS , seeking a cure (Karyl)
Managing MS with Tai Chi (Joel)
Managing Multiple SclerosisMarciaritaMichele's Blog
Mike's PlaceMS - My Scene (Virginia)
My Complications (Amanda)
My Demyelination (Tina)
My MS ExperienceObject of My Injection (Michelle)
Say It Isn't So (Mouse)
Talk Story with KimberlyThe Great NetXperimentTo Be Continued... (Jaime)
Truth and Beauty (Baraka)
What is MS to Me (Dave)
Willy's MS RantsWind Among the Reeds

Hard to categorize:
I Have MS (Tim)
Huggins' MS Pages (James)
MS - A Personal AccountMS Protocols (Jeff)
MSB's PodcastMSing Around
Multiple Sclerosis Blog and News
Multiple Sclerosis Sucks
OUCH! It's a Disability Thing
Squiffy's House of Fun

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Thursday, March 06, 2008

Steroids Give Me Grandiose Ideas...And Gas...

Short and sweet post here tonight because the ol' attention span is waning. I've been throwing around an idea in my pea brain for a few weeks and I want some feedback from you MSers out there...especially the BLOGGERS.

First of all, we ALL already know it's MS Awareness Month...big deal...nobody WITHOUT MS seems to know this, but we do...so hey, celebrate? And we've all either seen or added our "faces" to the National MS Society Faces Webpage...I'll give 'em one there...that site is rather coolio.


I've been sitting around in my addle time of this most recent relapse wanting to "create something MS"...something that might bring the bloggers (and MS readers) together in a very intimate way. And what I've come up with is an MS Patchwork Quilt...I know, I know...the AIDS people already did this in the 90's! But wouldn't it be kind of cool if we all contributed a square to a quilt that we could call our own? And then maybe as a group decide to auction it off to raise money for WHICHEVER MS charity we decided was befitting of the benefit?


Here's how I imagine in my mind this project working (if at all)...anyone who wants to contribute a 5 x 5 square of cloth, decorated, painted, beaded, photo-copied on, "artworked upon" with your own, personal touches could do so...you would mail me your contribution to my utterly generic post office mail box that receives mail to "Linda D."...I would collect the squares and piece the quilt together with design assistance from YOU. I'd post photo updates here on CHEESE just so you didn't think I was collecting cloth squares to wipe my nose on...and we'd create something together...as an Internet community of MSers...with the same cause.


Anybody interested? Let me know you're thoughts and DO understand MY thoughts are a bit jumbled right now...LOL...

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

I Ain't Dead...Yet...

Still kicking...maybe not with the same "umphf" as a month ago, but it's gonna take more than a hellish month of February to keep me underground!

I finished my five day course of Solumedrol yesterday...of course, not without trauma and drama withstanding. My arms look like that of a virgin heroin user...it seems I am "losing" some of my vein elasticity, can't hold a patent IV for more than a day or two, and have had the unfortunate experience of "Vampira" trying to draw blood on me! I now have more bruising than one should EVER sport in public places. I'm usually quite patient and understanding of medical professionals, but I simply had to draw the line yesterday when "Vampira" (after her second missed stick) decided to attempt to hit my antecubital vein with a straight, deep shot inward...I finally had to tell her to stop digging, take the needle out, and I would simply GNAW a vein open for her in my hand with my teeth...it was the only logical thing I could think to do. LOL Thank goodness for IV nurses that roam the hospital just looking for a challenge...dear Cynthia was able to restart my IV with her eyes closed, one hand tied behind her back, and me contorting my arm in a most unholy-like position. But...we got 'er done.


Five days of Soly have also caused a most "unholy" change in my demeanor and personality...I've taken to yelling at the P.O.D. (Princess O' Darkness cat) for no apparent or good reason...I've taken to cursing at the TV (for GOOD reason)...and I've taken to wanting to slap myself silly because even I am annoying MYSELF! My gnat-like attention span is driving me crazy as is the completely full-yet-I-must-eat symptom of the steroids...so far (and I DO mean "so far") I seem to have only packed on 6 pounds back of the 18 I so painstakingly have LOST since the first of the year...what a bummer is that?!? Dr. She Who Will Not Be Named has stopped doing Prednisone tapers with her patients because (in her words) she didn't really see where the taper made much of a difference either way...so I will be "riding out" the steroid withdrawal (which landed me in the ER 2 summer's ago from Steroid Withdrawal Syndrome) and hope to stabilize soon. The tremors and shaky feelings are the worst...oh, and the nausea. Minor details...


On a good note, yesterday I had a most unexpected but delightful visit from one of my previous bosses...and, being the complete and utter ATTENTION WHORE I am right now, I am certain I bored her to tears with my blathering steroidal antics. It may be a long time coming before she considers THAT kind of a visit again! LOL But it was nice to have some company besides the cat.


I did manage to accomplish a few things today...actually a LOT of things today given my current state of steroid crazy! My dear car, LUNA, has finally made her way home...all shiny, repaired, and smelling of new paint. I am soooo happy to have her back. The rental car (which sat in my driveway the entire time I have rented it due to MS relapse, yet costing me $100.00 to "pretty up" my driveway!) was also returned today. I was able to retrieve my mail, get prescriptions filled, pick up two large planters (all via help of friends), renew the car tag I needed to safely GET my LUNA home without a ticket for expired tags (didn't renew earlier when I thought they were going to total my car...why pay the money for nothing?!?), AND get my taxes back from the accountant. I also finally got around to getting my ECHO and MRI tests finalized for next week so I can hopefully get on the Tysabri ball by April. I am attempting to return to work on "light duty" status this Friday, so of course a ream of paper had to be faxed to Dr. SWWNBN for her signatures and thought-provoking advice to my employer...I think that's quite a bit to accomplish during this steroid haze I am in actually!


So, it's back to the Klonopin bottle for me again...must medicate to keep my brains somewhat grounded in reality. MS relapse report is not exactly where I would like it to be at the moment, but I think I AM improving. I am having less pain in my right leg/hip and a LOT more uncomfortable sensation in my left leg...considering this leg was completely numb a week ago, I suppose this really should be viewed as an "improvement"...I'll take whatever positive twist I can get at the moment. :-) I am still walking with two canes and a cob up my butt with shaky balance, but I AM still walking...must be thankful for something.


How's your world? Tell me everything out of pure entertainment pleasure for ME...because even YOUR world is all about me...

Monday, March 03, 2008

Soly Update...

I seem to be holding my own in this tug-o'-war with my MS relapse...was pretty much dragged through the mud puddle early on, but I have a bit better grip on the rope NOW and hope to use the extra 5 pounds of WEIGHT gain in the past 4 days as leverage for my continued fight! LOL

Yep, the Solumedrol whirl wind tour is upon me...5 pounds packed on in 4 days, in spite of my best effort to limit my ravenous appetite and take in mostly protein items of nourishment. I'm limiting myself to protein because, as is typical, my glucose is rapidly jumping to new heights...just another wonderful side effect of high dose Solumedrol. I find when I hit the 300 markers (normal blood sugars range anywhere between 60 - 120, depending on what range the lab is currently using and MINE is normally within this range on a good day), I suffer from the dreaded "Three P's" of hyperglycemia: Polyuria (peeing like a race horse), Polyphagia (eating like a race horse), and Polydipsia (drinking like a camel after a Sahara crossing)...not to mention the nausea and tremors that accompany this phenomenon. Fortunately THIS time around (and being far wiser than Dr. SWWNBN, if I must say so myself! Harumphf), I started myself on prophylactic potassium supplement as I NOTORIOUSLY suffer a substantial drops in my K+ and Calcium levels...which only creates a whole NEW set of interesting side effect dynamics.


The Soly does seem to be making some minor "adjustments" for me finally into my 4th day of dosing...I am experiencing a bit less pain in my right leg/butt and having MORE pins and needles affect in my left leg...considering the fact this leg has been basically NUMB for a week, I imagine ANY feeling returning must be a good thing (or heading toward amputation...either way...symptom will be gone! LOL). The insomnia side affect seems to also be responding well to my velvet hammer of high dose Klonopin at night...so far, no naked psychosis running down the street issues. Over all, I'd have to say I'm getting a bit better...finally...thank Gawd...


I DID finally purchase a second cane (walking with two now) for balance support and this seems to be quite the cat's meow for unsteady ambulation...fortunately, I had an "extra" cane cover laying around to match the one I made previously for my OLD cane...wouldn't want to travel with miss-matched canes now, would I?!? I mean, it's one thing to be a GIMP and another to be a CLASSY GIMP...I'm going for stylish. Even if it probably IS quite Hi Larry Us to onlookers, watching me negotiate my legs with my arms...whatever...


So there's the Soly report...about all I can muster up with my gnat-like attention span that is even further limited by the rev affect of steroids...you'd think I could get some housework done with all of this energy...but it's kind of hard to push a vacuum with two canes, a cat underfoot, and no REAL footing to begin with! Woe is me and my ever-trashed out hut...sigh...

Saturday, March 01, 2008

What Are YOU Looking AT?!?...

Every day, approximately 75 to 150 Internet users make their way here to BRAIN CHEESE...some days, like weekends, a few less...some days like Wednesdays, as many as 200 "hits" find there way to this most obscure MS blog site. I am always extremely fascinated WHY anyone would choose to waste precious minutes out of their day to drive by this blog and read the ramblings of a mad woman...and I am certainly intrigued there really ARE more than TWO of you who come here frequently. :-)

As all of you know (and most techno bloggers practice...and I DO like to include myself in the "geeky" crowd), I run a stats program behind the scenes of BRAIN CHEESE and another that has a posted link on the left side bar...it's the "in" thing to do...to keep track of one's blog traffic. The stats reveal the IP address of the person peeking at BRAIN CHEESE, where they are located in the world (within a reasonable range), the browser, the resolution of the computer being used, how many times you have returned to BRAIN CHEESE or if it is your first visit, what web page the person came from to get here, what search words were used to "find" BRAIN CHEESE, and so on. Most of you who comment, I KNOW who you are based on the timing of your comment and the timing of the "hit" on the stats page...that's right...I SEE YOU!...right down to what Internet Service Provider you are using to hook up to the Internet. I know if you are dialing up, paying for Comcast, Qwest, Clearwire, Coxnet, etc. I actually KNOW quite a bit about you...which is my only trade off if you read my blog...YOU get to peek into my personal life as I bare my arse to the world by reading this blog while I get a tiny glimpse into yours. Moohahaha...


Some of you are insomniacs...you come here at extremely early morning hours even for the East Coast. Some of you come here once and never return. Some of you come here a few times a day to "lurk", but never leave a comment or outward footprint of your visit...that's OK...I don't leave comments on all the blogs I read either because of time constraints and a basic lack of creative thinking. But my "stats" DO tell me you have been here and/or keep coming back. Some of you travel great distances in a matter of seconds from countries all over the world just to take a glimpse inside the vacant brain of "CHEESE".


About 20 - 30 "hits" EVERY day arrive from people doing a Google Search on JESUS CAMP...there...I said the words AGAIN in print (which will only INCREASE the camper's lurking...sigh...). It's because of this post titled, "More Disturbing Images From 'Jesus Camp", which features several snippet pictures from the movie...it seems there are a multitude of CAMPERS out there interested in catching a glimpse of a disturbing, seven week old fetus! Get a life people...I had a brief moment of insanity and posted a NON-MS post...but even these "hits" are OK with me really because maybe...just maybe...one of the CAMPERS will stop and realize this blog is really about Multiple Sclerosis, and they will find something ELSE important to focus on.


People do searches on "whoopie cushions", SNL's "Oops I Crapped My Pants" commercial, "hormones and women", "grinch night", "fornication under consent of the king", "massage school naked", "cheese catch phrases", and a multitude of OTHER rather unusual searches that find their way here, to BRAIN CHEESE...all because during extreme brain farts of posting, I HAVE included some form of these search words or actual posts ABOUT those words IN posts of this blog. And there are the many DRUG COMPANY hits that come here just to check up/spy upon what my current MS drug of choice(s) is...they get included with the above grouping.


Still others are genuinely looking to find their way here about MS. Searches like, "how to lose prednisone moon face", "zyprexa and solumedrol", "how does heat affect MS patients", "MS acting drunk", and "word finding brain" have been just a few of the keyword searches TODAY that have brought people here to BRAIN CHEESE. And there are always those of you who "hit" several times a day on the "110 MS Blogs To Suck Your Time" link on the left side bar, too. People are hungry for information about Multiple Sclerosis and I hope they are able to find something of interest or use when they stop by here. That is, after all, my goal in writing this blather...to inform and to entertain...and maybe connect with a few of you regular commentors along the way. You DO feed me as much (and most likely far more) than I feed you here. I feel I have found many a kindred spirit among you and I delight in receiving those wonderful, personal emails you take the time to send me even if you don't usually leave a comment.


I also receive many "unusual" emails from this blog, too. Most of them I never share here as they are sent either to SELL me something that will cure my MS forever, they are the ramblings of what appear to be highly disturbed individuals who have quite obviously found me because of the many mental health posts I make, they are the chastising rants of the JESUS CAMPERS, they are folks wanting me to feature something about THEM on BRAIN CHEESE, or they are simply requests from individuals to read THEIR blogs...which I often do follow up on these requests...the other emails simply go to that big delete bucket in the sky.


Yesterday, I received a rather fascinating email from a Marketing Coordinator regarding a book a well known author has recently written...the author's name is Joel Goldman, and he is a retired lawyer in Kansas City who writes mystery/crime novels. He is launching a new series in his book soon to be out called, "Shakedown", in which he is bringing a new character to the scene...an FBI agent, who has recently been diagnosed with a neurological movement disorder...the same disorder the author lives with in his real life. I was asked if I would accept a preprint copy of his book and "review" it here on BRAIN CHEESE.


At first, I balked at this request...after all, neither Mr. Goldman nor his fictitious character have MS. And there IS the basic fact I am about as literate as a kindergartner, who's primary source of reading material comes from scribbles on bathroom walls. Yet still, I remained intrigued by the request...so I researched the author, sent him a personal email, and replied to the Marketing Coordinator with questions on how and why she found my blog (which is the only place to obtain my email address) and would want to make such a request of me? She responded with answers that calmed my curiosity and I agreed to accept the preprint, read it, and review it here. A most unusual thing for me to agree to do as I am not one who EVER chooses to market anything on this blog...all y'all have a search engine on your browser where you can research your OWN marketing issues...you don't need to read that crap here (any more than you really need to read ANY of the crap that gets printed here!).


But, I also pull no punches here on this blog (sometimes I try to throw them "kindly", but I don't PULL them!) and I decided if I find the book to be drivel, I will "review" it in that light as well...I'm hoping it is not. I'm hoping it will be something that keeps my gnat-like attention and I will be able to support the work of someone who is a neuro club member...one of the "other" neuro clubs. The preprint is supposed to be sent out on Monday and will hopefully arrive sometime next week...and, thanks to the Evelyn Woodhead Speed Reading Course I took through comics Cheech & Chong (Please? Am I seriously dating myself here by this reference?), I will surely complete the read before the end of the year...sigh...


Day Two of Solumedrol...I THINK I'm still making good sense here, aren't I???...LOL...

Friday, February 29, 2008

Fridays With God...Totally Unrelated To "Tuesdays With Morrie"...

I was lying around this past Friday morning with a growing concern for my increasingly difficult means of ambulating…I had to urinate, after all…and the bathroom seemed like a speck in the distance to my numb left leg and my painful right one. My legs have been screaming, “Mutiny!” for the past several days, making the most mundane and mindless tasks a more difficult lesson than trigonometry…which, by the way, I was too frightened to attempt in high school or college…math.

I stayed in bed contemplating the consequences of simply urinating in my sheets…I live alone…who would know besides me? And I’m sure I could overlook this most bizarre of failures…eventually…but probably not until the urine had dried a nice yellow-brown stain into my mattress. Until the final, dried, ink blot occurred in the cotton batting, I would be forced to lie in cold, wet, smelly sheets if I chose this route of relief. Like trigonometry, this course of action was not in my future best interest.

And still, I remained a fixture in my bed…with a bladder swelling like a red water balloon in the hot little hands of a 10 year old in July...trying to find a fitting target to "burst" upon. Not wanting to make any choices about my future relief, I decided I needed to distract myself from the growing pressure in my abdomen...so I began a series of mindless thinking…or as some might refer to it, “day dreaming”.

It’s quite odd where my mind wanders off to when I am in discomfort and trying to avoid unpleasantries. I say “odd” because I have heard of few people day dreaming about what their conversation would be with their God/Maker/Creator/Master if they were to die in the moment…from a ruptured bladder...but still, my mind went there. And the conversation went something like this:

**The scene is set in what appears to be a bright, sunny day. Yet there are no people or things or activities, and I appear to be floating on some type of misty cloud, sitting behind a large desk, waiting for a bright door to open. I feel warm all over (and I had to wonder if maybe I DID urinate on myself at this point) and content. Suddenly a Voice booms out to me from behind the door as a very white piece of paper appears on the desk in front of me. There are only two questions written on the paper in the most exquisite handwriting I have ever seen. The Voice calls out:**

“There will be an oral exam. Answer the questions on the paper.”

**I review the questions on the paper, which are quite short, and I feel a confidence in my responses.**

“Hmmm…the first question says, 1) How much did you love?, and the second question says, 2) How much did you learn? Is this really all there is? Are these the only questions I must answer to gain entrance into the Afterlife?”

**Again the deep, yet crystal clear Voice says**:

“There will be an oral exam. Answer the questions on the paper.”

**I take a deep breath, confident I can nail this one. Two questions. Has my life really boiled down to two questions?**

“Well, the first question is quite easy and I’m surprised YOU don’t already know the answer to that one, O’ Great One. How much did I love? Well, let’s see…

**And I begin to ramble**

“I was born with two parents who, although not the most warm and fuzzy people in the world, loved me and I guess I loved them. Then there were my two sisters…I fought a lot with my middle sister…loved my eldest sister…and I guess I can say I tolerate/like my middle sister now. There was also a whole host of extended family…most are dead now…but I guess you already know that, too. Then there have been my friends. I love my friends…they are like the family I had to grow to love only better. And I work with people…mentally ill people…and I guess I can say I love them, too. You KNOW I try to always do good works with them, don’t you? Oh, and I have my cat…I pretty much love her also. I’m rambling now, aren’t I?”

**The Voice patiently repeats itself**

“There will be an oral exam. Answer the questions on the paper.”

**I’m starting to feel a twinge of nervousness now. I thought I HAD just answered question number one…but it was apparent the Voice wanted something more**

“Oh, OK…so you’re not just asking about people, huh? How much have I loved? Well, I think I’ve loved pretty big, you know? I mean, there have certainly been people I haven’t liked and circumstances I have disliked, but overall, I think I’ve loved pretty big. Oh, then there is this shitty disease you gave me…can I say, “shitty” here? Hmmm…I guess I can if you want an honest answer. I certainly have not “loved” Multiple Sclerosis. As a matter of fact, I’d have to say I haven’t really embraced the concept of “loving” this disease at all. And I’m kind of curious…WHY did you give me MS anyway?"

**There is only silence. I realize suddenly this might not be the best time to question my Maker about Their motives. I imagine a bolt of lightening streaking down out of this bright sky and striking me dead. Then it dawns on me I am probably ALREADY DEAD if I am talking to my Maker, so I ramble on**

“OK, scratch that question. I get it. I’m just supposed to ANSWER the questions, right? So that’s my final answer, Alex…I think I’ve loved big, minus a few people, situations, and diseases.”

**There is only silence, so I nervously move on. I decide to try the comedic approach. Surely God has a sense of humor?**

“Question number two. How much did I learn? (I laugh a giddy laugh here) Well, you’ve certainly given me ample life lessons to learn SOMETHING, haven’t you? Oh, that’s right…you’re not answering the questions…I am. OK, for starters. I learned NEVER to try to remove the mixer on a shower in a condo building that has only ONE water shut off to the entire building…you remember THAT debacle, don’t you? The one where, I’ll just say “You”, nearly killed me by blowing that mixer into my chest with a blast of water with the pressure of Niagara Falls? I remember it…and I learned from it. Like I tried to do from ALL of the life lessons you sent me. And I learned a whole lot of other things, too, but I’m assuming you don’t necessarily want me to detail them here because you already KNOW them, right? I mean, the list is quite niggly and long. I hope I'm not boring you...God. Am I supposed to refer to you as "God" or do you prefer something else like, 'O' Great One', or 'Puff Daddy', or 'Grand Mistress' something? Is there going to be a question and answer time for ME to ask YOU questions when we're through here? Cause I certainly have a LOT of them...questions, that is?"

**A silence as thick as Antarctic ice settles into the scene. I wait…scared to life because I'm already probably dead. I wait. I think to myself I’ve probably said too much already. And then, the Voice speaks again. I don't hear any annoyance in the tone, but I'm pretty sure just like a failed job interview, I'm not going to BE "hired"**

“My Child. When you have learned that love is all there is, come back to me. Until you have learned this, I will continue to provide you ample opportunities to enlighten you…and then, some day in eternity, you will be able to answer both questions with one response.”


And this, my friends, is when I finally got up, dragged myself to my bathroom on a pair of unforgiving MS legs, and urinated. The “pressure” had become too great…in more ways than one…

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Precarious Balance...

No change in my current symptoms prompted me to email Dr. She Who Will Not Be Named today in the most pleading of ways...it is a rare thing for me to stoop to BEGGING for pharmacological intervention...I'm sure this was a consideration in our subsequent communications. The decision was made to hit me with another blast of Solumedrol (if I had a dime for every bag of THIS juice that has been run into my arm I'd be...) for 5 days...and, for once, I'm in full compliance and agreement with the plan.

It is a precarious balancing act when trying to make medications decisions regarding Multiple Sclerosis. There are the initial "to treat or not to treat" questions that most MSers face when first diagnosed. Should I take an ABC injectable drug? Tysabri? Become a drug study participant? What is the "right" choice for me in my current circumstances? Will any drug be effective in slowing down the progression of my disease? Will I be able to tolerate the side effects? The answers to those questions fall somewhere on a broad spectrum for most of us and seem to hold no "right or wrong" in the decision...it becomes a choice of WHAT YOU CAN LIVE WITH versus what you can live without at times.


Then there is the decision whether or not to take something ongoing for chronic SYMPTOMS. Should I try the Baclofen/Zanflex/Flexaril for my spasticity? Will the Lyrica/Topamax/Neurontin help with my neurological pain? What are the side effects of Provigil/Amantidine/Ritalin and will those side effects outweigh the benefit for my fatigue? The list of medications and choices goes on and on...and we choose them based on consultation with our specialists, our past experiences, and a tiny bit of luck thrown in.


And then, there is also that decision whether or not to treat an MS flare/relapse...something we ALL know from experience will not kill us and will most likely resolve itself, with or without treatment. To take the steroids or not? This is the question that has been currently front and center in my own experience.


I have decided to "take the treatment" for this most recent car accident/virus/MS flare and I will tell you why. Some will not support my decision or my rationale for it while others may wonder why I have not made this decision EARLIER in the relapse. It WAS offered to me initially (before the virus became front and center and medically speaking, too potentially dangerous for me to be infused with Solumedrol)...all I can tell you is, today's set of circumstances--waking up to a continued inability to walk without assistance and pain, as well as having to miss yet another day of work--was the final straw on my decision back.


I weigh out many factors when trying to decide WHAT to treat WHEN during the course of my MS and/or relapses. More often than not, my decisions get based upon what I CAN'T live with rather than what I can. If my pain is so great it is affecting every aspect of my life, I request treatment. If my ambulation makes it nearly impossible to take care of my own activities of daily living like toileting, I request treatment. If my vertigo becomes so severe and disabling I begin to focus on having NO future, I request treatment...and so on.


I weigh out carefully the CONSEQUENCES of any treatment as well. If the insomnia/ravenous appetite/jitters of steroids is more overwhelming than the pain or MS symptoms, I refuse treatment. If the nausea/vomiting/fatigue of Interferons leaves me incapacitated more days a year total than ANY RELAPSE, I refuse treatment. If the long term side effects of any medication pose more risk than I might be willing to live with SHOULD I develop them, I refuse treatment.


Currently, I have been missing several days of work because of my viral infection that has now culminated into an MS relapse. I initially and instinctively knew I needed large amounts of rest, which I have provided for myself...not only to kick the virus out of my life, but to also restabilize my MS. I don't LIKE sitting at home with nothing to do but rest, and still I have done just that...because the potential CONSEQUENCE of NOT resting seemed far greater than a few days at home. That decision was almost a week ago, and I am STILL no better than I was on the weekend after my fever subsided.


I am a single, white female (bet you didn't know THAT, huh?!?) who's primary support is myself. There is no income flooding into my home from outside sources other than what I bring home to the table. There is no one standing by to wait on me, fetch for me, carry me to the toilet (and this is also a CHOICE I have made for my life a few years back...not crying in my booze here...I decided this was a better life for me!), or fix my meals. And, when "well", this is a wonderful arrangement...LOL I make my own money, I spend my own money...on ME...and of course, my cat (who is as useless as tits on a bull when it comes to caretaking me).


I have to always be mindful of just what impact my MS/illnesses/relapses are having on my employment situation and just what I can AFFORD (consequences again) to take for granted and what I cannot...second guessing what my BOSSES can afford to take for granted as my employer and what they cannot also weighs heavily on my mind. And believe me, I have a WONDERFUL employer who has always been very supportive of my absences...there are unfortunately, LIMITS to that support...both physically and financially, which is no fault of theirs or mine.


I am a single, white, female who is generally highly energetic (bet you didn't know THAT about me either. LOL) and requires a certain amount of intellectual stimulus to remain sane. Most of the time, that stimulus comes from my friends and my job. When I am in the throws of my MS/illnesses/relapses, I find myself dipped in discouragement that I might ever get better...doing the "just accept it" dance of complacency...this wreaks havoc on my mental stability and I begin to close off others from my world in an effort to "hide out". And, the more I hide out, the more discouraged I become...a vicious cycle of self-defeating emotional turmoil.


For all of these above reasons, I am choosing to TREAT my relapse at this time. It is not just one of the above reasons, but a combination of them all that has prompted me to request and comply with Solumedrol. And I share all of these reasons with you for a "reason", too. It is my hope in sharing the multitude of issues in my personal balancing act, that there will be something in my situation that might resonate in YOU as you decide what course of action(s) to take in your MS. "We" have MS, but "we" are all so very different in how we deal with, understand, react, work with the disease and there is no ONE right or wrong answer...the key is to find YOUR balance...and stay on the rope...


What considerations do YOU weigh in when making treatment choices for your situation and MS? Care to share some insights?...hint, hint...

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

So Little To Say, It's Painfully Pathetic...

Not much to write about here in Gimpville...still home from work dealing with the aftermath of one hella hard hitting virus, which has turned into an MS opportunistic event. My days have been filled with reading some blogs/Internet follies, watching Judge Judy, doodling on drawing paper, and dragging myself around on a cane that I wish were a crutch. Oh, and "grief eating"...which is a nice way of saying I'm feeling sorry for myself so why not eat? LOL

My left leg remains numb (or feeling like it's asleep with that pins and needles affect) and uncooperative while my right leg has a nice nervish pain running from my hind end down to my knee...makes walking quite a sight really. My balance is consequently somewhat of a joke...I have been kissing my hallway walls one too many times as I fall into them. Thank Gawd for sturdy plaster drywall I guess. And now this evening, I'm noticing some tightness balling up in my left shoulder and neck...this could simply be due to the fact I am LEANING on my left arm too much with my cane...or (and probably my luck), this could be my left arm feeling "left" (argh, argh) out and trying to horn in on the action! What fascinates me the most about the sensation (because there is little else to occupy my time/thinking) is the "creepy/crawly" feeling in my left shoulder, as if worms are weaving around on my skin...most bizarre, unless one is a cocaine addict I suppose (cocaine bugs? You've heard of cocaine bugs, haven't you? I digress back to work-related issues...).


One of my dear heart friends stopped by today with a few bags of groceries, which was very welcomed...I was getting down to my last box of rice and final can of beans. The ice cubes in my freezer were beginning to look like something gourmet. Then, Saint EB swung by the hut this evening, bringing me a dose of my favorite salad from the pizza joint...I'm sure I underwhelmed her with conversation. She's been my only real visitor in a week. And, after Saint EB left, another sweet friend from work called me and let me ramble incessantly about my health (or lack of it) for 20 minutes...I'm quite certain I sounded painfully pathetic.


Dr. She Who Will Not Be Named has exchanged a few "choice" emails with me...no steroids because of the virus and next to nil functioning immune system. Steroids might serve to only MASK infectious symptoms (should they develop) at this point. She keeps asking me if there is "anything I can do?" I've thought of SEVERAL things she could do, but most of them are illegal or clearly out of the scope of her practice...like cleaning my house. LOL


I have heard nothing from the insurance company or auto repair shop that is allegedly fixing my car. I DID receive word (this weekend, I think?) that they were NOT totaling my dear buggy and I imagine no news is good news at this point. I have a perfectly good rental car sitting in my driveway racking up expense and dirt...I've been too ill to motor anywhere as I think it might be a bit dangerous to operate the accelerator with the TIP OF A CANE!


I can't WAIT to go to bed and wake up tomorrow morning to do this all over again...sigh...I'd clap my hands together like an excited kid on Christmas morning, but I'm afraid the activity will only aggravate my shoulder more...

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Sometimes You're The Windshield, Sometimes You're The Bug...

There's an old (and disgusting) joke that goes something like this:


Q: What is the last thing that passes through a bug's mind right as it hits your windshield?

A: Its A-hole

Which are YOU today? The windshield or the bug?