“C’mon get in the car. Let’s go for a ride somewhere…”

“So, where are you guys from? “The UK? Do you guys know Totten-Ham? “See, I follow your soccer and I support Totten-Ham Hotspur. I’m a Hotspur fan. “Do you know why I support Hotspur? “Well, I’m a fan of the Dave Clarke 5, and they’re from Totten-Ham, and they support Hotspur. “Do you know the

Foot-ups, Fampridine and familiar faces

The other day was a good day for me and my MS. Not because I felt any better or any different, but because I got a few things sorted, and I dealt with positive healthcare professionals as I did so. Firstly, I had a hospital appointment with a cheery orthotics specialist to fit me with

Gloves off

Well, I knew I’d be tempting fate to say that I was feeling fitter and more mobile. It seems that the old MonSter has found a chink in the armour and has left its footprint behind in the form of a few new spots on the MRI. My neurologist has decided to advise exactly what

Blitzkrieg

One of the things my brand new neurologist did for me when I met him earlier this year is confirm my diagnosis of restless legs syndrome (RLS). It’s something that I’ve been wondering about, on and off, pretty much since diagnosis, so it’s ‘nice’ to have it confirmed. It’s not a symptom of MS, but

Baclofen fun

Well it’s the new year (happy new year!) and after over-indulging over the festive period, my thoughts have naturally turned to new year’s resolutions. Normally it’s something to do with losing a bit of weight and becoming fitter, even if it’s just a little bit fitter and being able to take my belt in a

Let’s get physio.

Here’s a video showing a typical minute in the life of my calf muscles. Yesterday I added to my Panini sticker book of health professionals by seeing a neurophysiotherapist for the first time. It was mainly about leg pain and my twitchy calves, but also about my general clumsiness, fatigue and my general state of

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 brutal brilliance of bladder Botox

I’m away on holiday for a couple of weeks soon and this means taking two boxes of urinary catheters plus an extra box just to cover all eventualities. And that’ll take up a considerable amount of space in the case. Recent experience bears me out. A couple of years ago, we spent four weeks travelling

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

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.