Postcard from Osteoporopolis

Warning: Tired travel analogies may continue to be employed in this post. “I know the C word and the F word. The C word is cor blimey, and the F word is flippin’ ‘eck” – Rat, lead singer of Chesterfield based punk band The Bland on stage at the Take Two club, Attercliffe c.1988 It’s

Copaxone changes

Thanks to a comment from HoneysuckleB on a recent post, I rang my MS nursing team at big-city hospital to find out if I could switch from the daily Copaxone injections to the three-times-a-week version. The reasoning behind this is a fairly straightforward one: rather pathetically, I’m dependent on my Outlook calendar at work to

The sting

Well, I’ve been taking Copaxone (Glatiramer Acetate) for about a week now. I administered my first injection under the gaze of my wonderful MS nurse last Monday. When I was on Rebif I didn’t really inject into my arm or leg, favouring the fattier parts of my anatomy. It has been my arse and my

New medication

Well, I’ve made the big decision and I’ve had confirmation from my nursing team. I will be starting a course of Glatiramer Acetate (Copaxone) soon. I had joined a number of social media groups to get the low down on real experiences of the different medications open to me and the copaxone route seemed to

Back to square one

Just like the election of a pope, or the announcement of the winner in some Saturday prime time family entertainment bollocks, I expect you’re all on tenterhooks wondering which disease modifying medication I’m going to plump for. I don’t know 100%, but here’s my quick notes so far (apologies for superficiality): Beta Interferon (Rebif, Avonex,