Once again lying in bed on my phone waiting while my ibuprofen and muscle relaxer kicks in to possibly get rid of some of my pain and muscle spasms so I can attempt to sleep.
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Once again lying in bed on my phone waiting while my ibuprofen and muscle relaxer kicks in to possibly get rid of some of my pain and muscle spasms so I can attempt to sleep.
I start an Alzheimer’s drug today that has been shown, in some studies, to improve cognitive function/memory in people who have neurological conditions such as mine. I know I am not taking it for dementia, but god, it feels weird to be taking a pill like this as the age of 39, and to have to take 11 pills just to get through my day. Ugh. It just gets so old sometimes. Just SO old.
Edited for spelling. Perhaps if I was able to spell Alzheimer’s properly, I wouldn’t need the drug, haha.
my MRI isn’t till the 17th of this month but I’ve been talking with my aunt who has MS and I have a lot of her early symptoms. At this point I am just upset that my MRI is so far away (it’s actually remarkably close especially for the hospital I am going to which leads me to believe that my doctor thinks my symptoms are worse than I do)
haha i have to get a brain MRI in two weeks
i love having more medical problems
Food. Raincheck.
Pineapple, Peach, Mango, Melons, Pear, Apple - in order of worse to longer lasting. It takes the same variable of time to cook as it does to rot. Though cooking speeds it up, these are likely to last the same order as they rot in your fridge. why I know this? Suffering from sensory hell makes me lose my apetite for everything, and posturing episodes prevent me from standing up and safely cook it, or prepare it, then cook it.
I am going to see my neurologist tomorrow and I am purposely not doing my makeup to the extent I normally do it, taking off my jewelry, my nail polish, and wearing very simple clothing. Because apparently (and this has been said to my face by a medical professional) the fact that I dress nice, can draw a cat eye and paint my nails means the neurological condition is all in my head (yes, it is, its called lesions on my damn brain) and I just look too good to be sick.
Perhaps if I look like I am one step away from collapsing they will take me seriously. How screwed up is it that I even have to do this to get listened to?
I am so beyond bitter and salty about this.
These headaches are getting to be too much.. I really can't handle their frequency or intensity anymore. The 19th can't come soon enough. I see the neurologist for a full work up and finally get medication to help the headaches..
I'm having an awful symptom day. I'm seeing double, my jaw is stiff and painful, my hands keep going numb, keep having muscle spasms, and I'm having the hardest time forming coherent sentences. Ugh. Being in the middle of a diagnosis is no fun, because I'm not medicated so there's nothing I can do but live with the symptoms.