Over twenty years ago I was diagnosed with MS. I’m extremely lucky that it stabilized at a very mild level, and usually I forget I even have it.
The only symptoms I ever had were sensory ones, never motor. I wrote all about my MS saga here in a series:
But next Tuesday, May 1, 2018 will be the twentieth anniversary of when I first stuck a needle into my thigh. On purpose.
My neurologist had given me a choice: Pick one of the three “immunomodulators” that existed at the time. Unfortunately, all were injectables. (Now there are a number of oral medications, but in 1998 – nope.) I chose Copaxone, which seemed the one with the least number of side effects.
Even though the injections of this drug were “only” subcutaneous – i.e. done with a small needle to a depth of just .5 inch, rather than with a one-inch needle, intramuscular – I still wasn’t crazy about the idea of sticking a sharp pointed instrument into myself. In fact, as I sat there in the MS clinic, having watched the nurse demonstrate how to do it on an orange, as my hand held the needle above my thigh, trembling ever so slightly, in my head I thought: “AIEEEEEEEEEE!”
But I took a deep breath and PLUNGED IT IN. It only stung a tad.
This goes to show that you can get used to just about anything.
P.S. – I don’t do the shots anymore and my MS is stable. I keep telling my neurologist that I must be his most boring patient ever. He doesn’t mind, though, and still wants me to visit him every year. I do, and we talk about stuff. 😀