One year on
One year on from my initial diagnosis, I had my annual check-up.
I had to recap my entire MS history from Day One again to another registrar and another student. I always find it difficult to remember the relapses prior to diagnosis as I didn’t recognise them for what they were at the time.
I did my usual set of tests. I had my reflexes tested, I limp-walked from one line of old red tape stuck on the floor to another one and back while he timed me on his iphone, I successfully walked an imaginary tightrope heel to toe, I read the eye chart, I resisted the pulling and pushing of my arms and legs, I had my eyes examined and I watched his finger move from left to right…
…my eyes were flickering…
“Do you want to come and have a look at this?” singling out my nystagmus to his student.
…and back again as his finger became two fingers as if making bunny ears behind an invisible head.
Back in the consultation room, my regular consultant breezed in with a student in tow. He flashed me a grin and told me how well I looked and leant against a bank of x-ray light-boxes with chin in hand as the registrar recounted his findings. At the mention of nystagmus, he lurched himself upright and held his biro vertically in front of my nose. I dutifully followed the pen, demonstrating my wonky eyes to the second student.
He also noted my intranuclear opthalmoplegia again, which his registrar had missed.
Anyway, in summary, I have had only had one minor relapse in the last year, so the medication seems to be working and I can continue with it. An appointment is to be made at my local hospital, so they can try me with prism-lensed spectacles that may correct my double-vision. I have regained my balance: standing up straight with my eyes closed, I don’t keel over and I can walk heel-to-toe across a room, neither of which I could do the year before.
I also need an extra blood test to see how my system is coping with the Beta Interferon.
“You’re doing very well,” grinned my consultant (cheerfully disregarding my mentioning pain and fatigue) before fielding a couple of my questions, shaking my hand and breezing out again.
In a rare moment of symmetry, my car passed it’s MOT a day later only needing a headlight adjusting.