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                                                                        Checking in with current Sertraline weaning... A long, long time ago (fifteen to be precise), I took it upon myself to rid my system of the mood regulating pill prescribed by my neuro. I just felt it was too much on top of  my Beta Seron. All was well for about four days and then the walls came tumbling down. Leaving my classroom at the end of the school day, I suddenly became extremely disoriented. My vision blurred, I felt flushed and my head was entertaining a "buzz" described by college friends in another lifetime. My entire body tingled and the sensation of being in a pulsating cave. I was terrified. Today, in the middle of a doctor's appointment (How many UTI's can one person suffer? If I drink any more water I will drown!), a shadow of that sensation over came me. I couldn't wait to get home and down a Zoloft (official name of the generic Sertraline).  Lesson learned. Three


Day three of my Sertaline strike and so far, so good. Last night I took a second dose of CBD just in case. I take it in the morning with all my other "goodies" (Ampyra, Gilenya, vitamin D, magnesium, and a multivitamin that turns my pee a vibrant, neon yellow) but it is recommended to double the dose after a while. I felt it might be a good idea. It is kinda pricey for a supplement, but very doable if it is going to work. Even after three good days, the jury will remain out until the end of the week. Normally by this time with no little blue pill I am a puddle of mush. I'll see you again tomorrow for another update. Lisa


Week two of my latest MS  extinction adventure.. CBD oil. What exactly is it supposed to do? I'm told that individuals who imbibe in one form or another experience less physical pain and possibly a calming sense of self. Some have also tossed one or more or many to all of their prescribed medications in favor of CBD,  My biggest question is "How do you know which of the table cover of pills do you eliminate?" I am  not much of a dare devil any more and my pocketbook isn't equipped for extensive experimentation. remember I have a college freshman to support. (Oh, and he's doing fine so far; Thanks for asking. More about that later.) It makes the most sense to me to play with the mood maintenance first. I take 50 MG of Sertralin each night before bed. It is fairly good at keeping me on an even keel. I've missed doses before and it becomes crystal, as in clear, after twenty four hours that my system is missing something.                                 

MS-related life

Someone told me not long ago that I cannot blame MS for everything.  I understand the cautionary remark, but after giving it some thought, I must disagree. When you are living with MS, everything is MS related.  Your diet is MS related. Your physical ability is MS related. Your hobbies are MS related Your social life is MS related. Visits to the grocery store are MS related. Daily routines are MS related.  MS might not define who you are, but MS plays a huge part of what you can and cannot expect  of your body.  Last week  I moved my son into his college dormitory. After weeks of planning mentally and emotionally, I was not certain I would be able to complete this task without suffering one big humiliating meltdown. Or falling down. Or peeing myself.  But I did. With no blubbering. No tears. Now I look around the house and just wish he was here. And the tears pour. I just have to keep reminding myself of what an exciting adventure this should be for him. But I just

I'm Back!

I'm back! Sorry for the delay. I could blame  it on Cog Fog, but that would be giving the Monster far too much power...   Silly me forgot to renew my domain. So, if you have had trouble viewing lady with the cane, it is because the site was cancelled. My fault. We're back in business now. I'm sure you're relieved. I know I certainly am. Whew! Lisa

Hug it out: the affectionate side of multiple sclerosis.

Hugging. Isn't it great? Whether I am canoodling with my anti-affectionate cat, a friend,  or my hubby, there is no doubt that a good hug is the perfect remedy to soothe and inspire a positive outlook. Except when that hug comes in the middle of traffic on a busy freeway...and you are behind the wheel. Yeah, traffic and hugs don't really mesh. The first MS hug I experienced was after the birth of my son. I can identify it now. Back then I was concerned that my pregnancy had caused some unknown internal condition that required further medical attention. The hugging sensation occurred every time I got behind the wheel of my car. I had to adjust and re-adjust my posture constantly in an attempt alleviate the persistent pressure around my rib cage. I would take deep breaths and arch my back, roll my shoulders back and forth,  and basically perform an assortment of yoga poses all while doing my best to appear normal to any  curios glances. It was after many years of spo

There is no escaping the MonSter.

                              Y'know, sometimes I wish I could do something, anything, without the presence of my constant companion. It would be so nice, so refreshing so freaking  awesome  to leave MS behind for just a day or two. But, no, the MonSter insists on crashing every event on my agenda. It would be so nice to just be  normal for once. I really hate that term, but there is no other way to accurately describe it. When my husband of a dozen years surprises me with an anniversary dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, I start the evening by crawling around on the gravel in the parking lot. So I've already started our anniversary trip to the mountains in mortifying humiliation and with a torn up knee. After dinner we head on up the mountain to our oasis. I just know once we get here and reunite with our camping buddies, all will be well. Cuddled around the campfire, swapping stories, adult beverages in hand, there could be no better life, until... I feel a gr