Bad Dream

My friend from out of state canceled on me. That was disappointing. She sent flowers, which I appreciated, but it just reminded me that she's not here.

Last night I went to a church social and made two new friends. One is a nurse, and I ended up telling her that I have MS. Both of these ladies were so nice and have checked in with me today to see how I'm doing.

Today was a tough day. At work I just wanted to lie down. Good thing I work with young kids--older kids might be more than I could handle. My brain is tired, not only my body. My students today were doing work like, "What is your favorite food?" That was totally my speed.

I came home from work and tried to sleep. I'm a horrible napper but was able to sleep a little. I dreamed that I was typing something and when I went back to read it, it didn't make any sense. I was horrified at the mistakes I made... It was a very upsetting dream. I was glad it was only a dream.

I wish this were all just a bad dream.

I spoke with Dr. Gabby today. I already decided to switch neurologists and have an appointment with Dr. Ronnie on September 12. But for now I'm stuck with Dr. Gabby. She's done some things that I don't like, and I've heard bad things about her. Anyway, today I begged her for anxiety medication, and let me stop by and pick up a sample of Lexapro. If I like it, I should call for a prescription next week. And she wants to see me next week to review my test results. She said that the spinal MRIs were clear. That's good.

She mentioned me starting IVIG treatments. I googled it and found that they are two-day (5 hours each day) IV infusions. It looks like I'd need to have the first infusion in a doctor's office or clinic or something, and I would be sent home with the IV in for the second infusion. Then I'd go back to have the IV removed. I don't know how that would work out with my job... Could I go in the evening? Of course I'll have to make it work. Maybe go on a Friday and give myself the second infusion on a Saturday. I can see that my future will be filled with needles.

I think I've lost my appetite. Am I depressed?