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’sContinue reading “Postcard from Osteoporopolis”

A postcard from Limboland

A month ago, if you asked me how tall I was, I’d say I was a six footer. It seems I’m not. I’m a five-foot-ten-and-a-half short-arse apparently, so essentially I’ve lost an inch and a half (4cm) in height. Even if you consider I may have always rounded up by half an inch, and IContinue reading “A postcard from Limboland”

The Beta Interferon blues – update

After just two injections I can feel the familiar feelings returning. Aside from the flu-like side effects (achey joints), I have been waking up, not suicidal, but with little enthusiasm for life shall we say? One phonecall to my MS nurse later and I can announce that Rebif and I are officially no longer an item.Continue reading “The Beta Interferon blues – update”

The Beta Interferon blues.

I’m about to go back on Rebif after a four week trial period of coming off it. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this, I tend not to take it on holiday (just a hassle) or over Christmas (to give myself a break). So, have I noticed any changes? On the negative side,Continue reading “The Beta Interferon blues.”