The confused people at the Daily Post division of Word Press came to a puzzling decision by choosing “Perplexed” as the prompt for us to generate our various works of art around for today.
Spend Most of My Time Confused These Days
This is probably just another annoying side effect of the mind stealing disease my family has been cursed with more commonly known as Multiple Sclerosis. All the females on my mother’s side of the family got their diagnoses after I left the state in which I had grown up to attend college. Started visiting a chiropractor there for my back troubles.
Finding Out The Truth
After several months of seeing him for adjustments, he finally sent me to get a M.R.I. of my spine taken, because my body wasn’t responding like a normal persons does to having repetitive spinal manipulations. Something else had to be wrong! He told me the procedure was just like having an X-ray taken of my whole body.
Boy was he wrong! You are forced to lie completely still while they feed you body into a very loud machine. The noise wasn’t the problem, the tiny tube I was forced into was. I happen to be claustrophobic, just like my mom. Made it trough the first round of the machine’s views, but then they brought me back out of the tube (ESCAPED ALIVE, I thought to myself) then a lady approached me with the most hideously shaped needle I had ever seen, so I jumped off the table! Mind you my head was still strapped down where they had tried to secure me for the test. Head still strapped down, both feet trying to reach the floor (am short), I was going nowhere fast!
All she was trying to do was inject the needed contrast dye into my veins so they could make the scared areas of my brain and spine stand out better. Since I had definitely moved my body’s positioning, the M.R.I. session was over. She helped me escape from the place my head had been forced into. And told me to return to the dressing room where I had left my clothes.
Have you ever had a bad experience with having a medical procedure preformed before?
Last Time At The Chiropractor’s Office
Came into a completely empty waiting area. (Normally was full of people expecting to see one of the chiropractors.) This put me one edge. Signed in at the receptionist’s desk, and took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting area. Since I always was early for my appointments, grabbed one of the magazines from the shelves, like normal. Since there appeared to be no one else in the office, didn’t re-read the old ratty magazine. After about ten minutes a nurse called me in like normal. Started to take off my shoes, but she told me it would not be necessary. I was just supposed to wait for the doctor in the chair instead of on the table. A few minutes later the chiropractor came in to tell me he would no longer be of any use to me.
I either had Spinal Cancer or Multiple Sclerosis. From what I had told him he said he thought it would be M.S. but he could not be sure without a complete M.R.I. being run. Told me to have the people at the reception desk schedule me an appointment with a neurologist, because would need one for which ever disease it turned out to be!
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Please Help Fight Evil Disease
Found out I had the disease a little over a year after graduation from college. The medicine my neurologist prescribed for me to treat my multiple sclerosis currently is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is basically nearly impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that then or every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. If you would like to contribute to my fight against this mind stealing disease, please contribute by visiting my personal website at http://saintpblogging.com/wp/ and seeing the copies of my writings located there!
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