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Prompt for the Day: “Transformation”

The people who grew up watching the “Transformers” cartoons on television chose the word “Transformation” to morph our different forms of art into a daily creation.

Transformations during my Life

Turning from full time dairy farm employee to full time student at the age of seventeen when I moved to a different state of the U.S. to attend college.  Was not used to having so much free time on my hands.  The smart person would have used the free time to concentrate on their studies, but…

Became an under-age alcoholic instead!  Was unaware that my grandfather was a former alcoholic, that is why he shied away from even the discussion of drinking.  Took me several years of continuous drinking before I got a glimpse of what I had become.  On a three day weekend when all my room-mates where out of town, threw away all the alcohol I had on hand and preceded to sober up alone.  Was a long weekend experiencing D.T.’s all by myself.  Became close personal friends with the toilet.  Now knew what the referred to as “worshipping the porcelain Gods”.  Lost track of how many times I had the dry heaves after empting the contents of my stomach.

Moved out of the dorms to various apartments.  The last one while I was in college was an apartment I shared with a co-worker.  That was fine until he decided to move out, leaving me all alone to pay for an apartment that I was used to only paying half of the rent for.  Had to find a new room mate!  Had been dating a guy for a few months, he was in the same apartment complex as me.  We decided to both live in my apartment because it was the bigger of the two.

Since I was used to sharing the place already, was not that much of a change for me, for him however he had to get over the hang up of not being able to defecate in the apartment while I was still there.  Took some convincing but I explained to him that I was used to shoveling cow manure so would be extremely surprised if he could offend my nose!  Eventually, he adapted to the situation.  A few months later…

I asked him to marry me!  Talk about a transformation, he flat out turned me down.  He told me to wait until he asked me (you confused yet?).  He hadn’t asked my father for permission.  Let him know that if he asked my father, I wouldn’t marry him.  If he wanted permission, he could ask my grandpa (the former alcoholic).  So when we travelled back to the state from which I had come, after lunch with my grandparents he went and spoke to grandpa alone.  He returned with a big grin on his face.  All he had to promise was that we not marry before I finished school and he had to take care of me for the rest of his life!

The day after graduation, we got married!  Now I transformed into being a devoted wife.  My employer gave me the week off.  Our honey moon was only an overnight affair, but I had to take care of getting all my legal paperwork that a name change requires taken care of.

A year later, I started getting sick (was not pregnant!).  My body just couldn’t decide if the room was spinning around or not (hadn’t touched a questionable drink or taken drugs) so he took me to the emergency room to try to get my body to stop vomiting.  They gave me a blood test to confirm I was not with child or had not had anything slipped into me.  The medicine they ended up prescribing turned out to just be an expensive form of Dramamine.  With the medicine in hand we went back to our current apartment.

Had been seeing a chiropractor for my back aches.  He finally sent me to have an M.R.I. to see what was happening to my back.  Went in to get the results from the test to find a completely empty waiting room (normally was full of people waiting for their appointments) so I was extremely uncomfortable.  The receptionist told me to go on back to the exam room to wait for the doctor.  First thing I did was start to take off my shoes, the nurse came in and told me that would not be necessary today.  She told me just to wait on the table for him to come in.  After a few nerve racking minutes the doctor came in.  He told me there was nothing more he could do for me, he was sorry.  The test had revealed that I either had spinal cancer or multiple sclerosis.  He had been able to arrange for me to see a neurologist.  All I would have to do was set up an appointment with the other doctor.

The reason they could not determine which problem I had was they had not been able to inject me with the contrast in my veins.  Went to see the neurologist, who ordered a new M.R.I. this time with a sedative so I would hold still during it and the contrast solution.  Took a few weeks to get both the test ran and get the results from it.  My next appointment with the neurologist gave me the answer I dreaded hearing.  My husband went with me to learn that I had the relapsing-remitting form of multiple sclerosis.

Years later, living in many different states of the U.S. came to the realization that I really wish it had been the spinal cancer.  At least with that disease I would probably have died by now!  Am tired of getting M.R.I.’s when I already know that I have M.S..  Would not have wasted so much money on drugs for a disease that has no cure.  The medicines just help to mask the symptoms.

 Please Help Fight Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist prescribed for me to treat my multiple sclerosis 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 contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

Prompt for the Day: “Fight”

Wouldn’t have expected the cowards at the Daily Post division of Word Press to chose the word “Fight” to inspire our creations for today.

I Fight Continuously

Started out fighting the faulty educational system where I grew up in in the middle of nowhere in southern Illinois.  Engaging in battle with the doctor I was forced to use as a child who always commented I was crazy or imagining things.  Went away to college to discover I actually had a disease known as multiple sclerosis.

A chiropractor stumbled upon this observation after me seeing him continuously for my neck and back being out of alignment.  He sent me for my first M.R.I.  The procedure was not just like an X-ray like he told me it would be.  They strapped my head down onto the table then fed the table into a long tiny tube (happen to be claustrophobic).  When they pulled the table out they tried to inject me with God knows what (am needle phobic, too).  Tried literally jumping off the table (remember the head was strapped down)!  Not a good move.  Since I had changed my position, they would have to terminate the session.  So I slinked back home to await the chiropractor’s call on the results of the failed test.

When he finally set up my next appointment, I reported prepared for a battle.  First off, the procedure was nothing like a simple x-ray, and now I had a really sore neck from having it secured to the table then flying off!  There were no other patients in the office which were really weird.  Normally the waiting room was full and noisy.  The nurses were even nicer than usual (they were extremely nice normally).  Was afraid someone had died or something.  They showed me to an exam room, so I started to get undressed for a spinal adjustment, they told me that would not be necessary.  The doctor just wanted to talk to me today.

Now my nerves were really starting to get the better of me.  I had done absolutely nothing wrong during the M.R.I. procedure, I just had been frightened.  When the doctor came in, he apologized to me for no longer being able to help me.   I either had spinal cancer or multiple sclerosis.  To get the correct diagnosis, I would have to undergo another M.R.I. this time using the contrast the nurses tried to inject in me last time.  He also suggested I try taking the valium before the next scan.  I told him that the drug had no effect on me the last time I was given it.  So he drafted the paperwork to have me sedated for the test.

After being fully sedated, I managed to sleep through them running the first round of scans and then injecting me with the contrast dye for the second round of scanning.  He also had gotten me an appointment scheduled with an area neurologist.  A few weeks after the scan was completed, I met with my first neurologist.  He told me I definitely had multiple sclerosis.  This is a disease I will be fighting for the rest of my life, unfortunately!

Please Help Fight Destructive Disease

The medicine my neurologist prescribed for me to treat my multiple sclerosis 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 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. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

Prompt for the Day “Because the Night”

The wide awake people of the Daily Press group of Word Press came up with the following prompt of “Because the Night” for our writing inspiration for today. They also asked us the following three questions: “Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?”

Was a morning person growing up by force. Had to be wide awake to travel to the main farm to help with the daily milking of our family’s dairy herd. Once I left for college, became a night owl. Had never been allowed to stay up late, due to work.

While in college starting my sophomore year I worked while attending school full time. Sleep became whenever I got time for it. Managed to short myself on sleep so bad, I came down with the kissing disease (more commonly known as mono or Mononucleosis). Lasted forever it seemed, but I still had to attend all my classes and work. Was a walking zombie for months!

Got an internship with the headquarters of a country wide dairy company. Cut my work schedule down to two jobs while still attending school full time. The internship took me on many trips throughout the Midwest. Made wonderful contacts in my field of choice, network engineering. The field does not encourage getting too much sleep. Tend to be on call twenty four hours a day. Upon starting my senior year, they offered me a full time position with the company, if I agreed to cut my other jobs from my daily schedule. So all I had was work and finishing my college classes on my schedule.

Upon graduating, I married my husband the next day. Was given an entire week off to get our honeymoon in and get the legal paper work taken care of.

After living together as a married couple for a year, woke my husband up because was suffering from a feeling of the room moving constantly. Any movement mad me vomit several times. After several hours of being sick had lost everything I had eaten in my entire life by puking it up in the toilet. He had me get dressed, because he made a flying trip to the hospital. They gave me an injection of what basically was Dramamine and sent me home with a prescription for it if I continued to have problems.

Started to loose my ability to walk, because my legs would give out. Not being coordinated, kept tripping over a cane when I gave that option a try. Went to see a doctor and he wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair, because I had already tried using a cane. Went to a store that sold wheelchairs and they had one from last year’s inventory in my size on sale. We purchased it and took it home. My boss told me to take the day off to learn how to use it. (They were getting my workstation altered so I would still be able to preform my work!) My husband and I went to a mall that was not normally crowded to learn the in’s and out’s of being wheelchair bound. My hands were getting sore from wheeling myself around. Met a handicapped gentleman there that told me how he dealt with the problem. I needed to get gloves, he uses weight lifting gloves. So we went in search of the gloves he had described to me. The gloves were very bulky and not very professional looking. There was a leather store in the mall. There we found a couple of pairs in my size. Black finger-less leather gloves I could wear anywhere I needed to go. We were both pretty tired after a long day of learning the ropes.

Had been seeing a chiropractor since college due to my neck and back getting out of alignment. He began to notice that I was not responding as well to his adjustments anymore. He thought I might have a slipped disk or something, so he sent me to have an MRI preformed. Lets just say, I do not like being closed up in a noisy tube to be pulled out of the tube t have a nurse approach me with a weird shaped needle. With my head strapped down to the table I tried jumping off the table sideways to try to escape! That move made them have to consider starting the whole process over, I just wanted out NOW!

A few days later, went to my scheduled chiropractor’s appointment to find an empty waiting room. Was normally full of people, so I checked in and paid for my appointment like normal. Was immediately called into one of the exam rooms. The nurse told me I didn’t need to take my shoes and stuff off like normal. The chiropractor would be in to speak with me shortly. When he came in, he told me I needed to have another MRI. Because I did not allow them to inject me with the medicine that would allow them to see the contrast in my spine area. Without the contrast information all he knew for sure was he was no longer able to help, because I had either spinal cancer or Multiple Sclerosis. So he got me another MRI scheduled and a prescription of Valium to take so I would sleep through it. One problem, the medicine had absolutely no effect on me. Was not a good experience, but they put the IV in before I went into the tube. So other than screaming the entire time I was closed up in the tube, was able to get the MRI with contrast completed. My husband took me home, was not talking because I had lost my voice from screaming.

Went back to the neurologist to be told that I did not have the death sentence of spinal cancer, but simply relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis. He didn’t understand why I started crying. Had been told all my life I was nuts, because my body would experience strange symptoms like numbness or a sunburn like feeling when I had no sun burn. He gave me information on two different treatment options I needed to read and consider before my next appointment. First option was a drug called Betaseron, the second option was a once a week injection of a medicine named Avonex. Considering my fear of needles, once a week was the best option to me!

Now, my sleep started being sporadic due to worry. Was lucky to get any sleep at all. The dairy company I was working for started to experience problems due to lack of money to support it’s customers. People were getting laid off. My appointment with my neurologist set up my first injection of Avonex to be done at the neurologist’s office. Made me sicker than a dog. The nurse trained both me ans Jason on how to administer the shots. We were never successful at getting the shots done.

Got a job offer in a different state. Took the job since it was a better paid network engineering job than the one I had. Sleep became more erratic due to strange noises from the nearby airport. At least my work schedule became more stable. Started reverting back to waking up early in the morning each morning!

Am at my best first thing in the morning each day. So am a morning person after all!