New game plan: get my primary doctor to order an MRI (or get me in the door of a doctor who can and will).
Getting into the MS Center does not seem likely at this point. That’s primarily because as a sick person, I don’t have the energy and resources I need to force the issue. My insurance lets me see whatever doctors I want, but getting my records to Peoria? I might as well try to send my test results to Mars.
I still work full time. There are spoons left for nothing else. And my physical abilities continue to decline.
I don’t totally give up, but I do give up a little. You know what I mean?
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I was feeling slightly better there for a couple of days, and I had almost decided that ruling out MS was just going to waste me time and money. But then I got slammed with another flare up of symptoms.
Last night I took a shower, but got two toes stuck in the leg hole of my underwear. I couldn’t get my leg pushed through the opening and pull them up and I couldn’t free my toes.
I also couldn’t lift my leg out of the underwear to reverse course and start over. Defeated, I just stood with one hand on the shower door and one hand on my tangled up Hanes and started crying. I was about 30 seconds from collapsing due to exhaustion when Dan rescued me from my self-pity.
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My vertigo came back with a vengeance, despite the fact that I haven’t taken (or needed) a Nexium in 15 days. So, Nexium apparently isn’t my problem. Still don’t have any plans to continue taking it unless my GERD rears its ugly head again.
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My sleep studies are scheduled to start at the end of March. I’m confident they’ll find nothing, because no tests ever find anything.
