If I could jump, I’m sure I’d rattle!
At 10 am the phone rang, I answered- actually it missed the first time because I didn’t reach the handset in time. I managed to snatch it the second time though. It rings, I answer it was Carole my MS nurse ringing to check in with me.
I told her what was happening and she basically told me I had to stop the Rebif immediately and I needed to go see my GP.
We talked about it for a spell and I agreed to go see my Doctor.
She rang ahead and had a chat with him. I then managed to get through (have no clue how she managed so fast!) and by 12pm I was sitting in the doctors surgery.
Got there, explained and we both agreed that I was not in any immediate danger of killing myself! For some reason she was convinced that I would hang up the phone then go top myself.. bizarreO
I don’t want to stop the Rebif because other than the small fact that I was thinking about being dead it was all good.
Doc gave me a script for-fluoxetine? I agreed to take them to try and stay on Rebif.
My LDN is on the way, apparentlt this can and will pass.
I am aware of it, My husband is also very much aware of the slight change in my personality. I seem to be obsessing over small issues from time to time, that and I am very quick in being annoyed. I am usually a very slow burn and things have to go on for a decent length of time before I would mention them.
I am not overly concerned at the moment. The usual MS crew have been consulted and they think as long as I keep tabs on it, it will blow over.
I am still gonna jag tomorrow though,Carole wants me to stop and try Copaxone. Not a fucking hells chance! I chose rebif because I don’t like needles- I still don’t!