This is another of those combined blogs, one by author, one by proxy, two by confusion, too confusing? Not for us. We know how to deal with the confusing, the confused, and the unexpected: give flagyl.
The other day Richard and I were mixing grain and putting the "feedstuffs" in their proper containers and Richard said in response to my asking if he needed anything to open the peanut bag - "I need a nail". He meant scissors. Anyone except me and those of us who have been through flagyl would say "Slip of the tongue". Yes, but not with Richard. This was flagyl-induced, brain-being-worked-on response. My own physical feeling was that of electric shock. This kind of thing happened several times during this pulse which will end tonight. Each one was so off the wall and unlike him that it can't be attributed to slip of the tougue. It was also our 30th wedding anniversary. We are "day-sponsors" at our NPR radio station and with our donation he had put the announcement; "To my wife, Rica, I give all my love and half my pillow." Never would I have made it through these years without the unfailing help of this generous man.
<> Yes, Sarah, we sometimes do flagyl at the same time. Last week at my three month checkup, my doctor was so impressed that he said, "How long since your last MRI? You should have one." Richard will ask the radiologist at the hospital to compare it and the earlier ones - again. It will take a few days but I will let you know if there is anything interesting.
Saturday afternoon my legs began getting a little heavy and by late evening I could barely walk. It had been very close to eight weeks since the beginning of my last flagyl pulse, the one that turned my brain to soup and took at least five weeks to recover from. My legs used to scream at me that it was time to do flagyl; leading me at least once to begin a week early. They have been fairly quiet lately but rose up Saturday in revolt, demanding that I "DO SOMETHING!". So I realized that even in my new world there must be flagyl. But my new world is nice and I am so sorry for those who have turned their backs on this sometimes difficult path, but that path may be a concentration of what would come in the future if we didn't take this one. Today is well into my second day of my 45th pulse and two things are vastly different from the two and a half years just passed: on my very first pulse I took the full dose and by the second pill I was flat, mentally and physically. I have NEVER repeated that dosage - until now. I am well into the second day of this and beyond a bare touch of vertigo, I have NO symptoms of flagyl. I began my pulse after wobbling to the house that night, and ten hours later my walking was back to its usual EDSS of 2 or better. Another milestone is that I am now officially in my fourth year.