I know in the world of MS, I have little to complain about. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck.
I thought the pill was going to be a life changer. I was so done with shots that I gave my supplies away. Shots hurt. Shots leave lasting marks that still linger. At this point I’m ready to go back to shots over the side effects of the dumb pills. I can’t do it any more.
I get looks when I complain but they aren’t the ones putting up with the daily struggles internally and externally.
Every day my brain starts to tingle. Then my face gets red and hot. Finally red itchy splotches creep from my neck and wrists outward. It’s a horrible and frustrating experience. I feel like my red face is a beacon for everyone to look at. My body itches and I can’t focus on life at that point.
I guess in the long run a red face is better than limbs not working but it’s hard to tell myself that when it’s happening.
I told my brain doctor about the problem and he basically brushed me off. Now not only am I struggling with drug issues, but I’m feeling guilty for looking for a new doctor. I feel like I’m cheating on him and I haven’t even called any one else yet.
I wish I was an ostrich and could just stick my broken brain in the sand.