After the MRI, I made my way to the hospital and was
directed to the floor where I was to get the Solumedral. It turned out
that the IV was put in the back of my hand (another nerve-wracking experience for
someone who hates needles) and would take an hour each day. They had
chairs for me to sit in, and I think I brought my own water bottle and a book.
I tried not to look at the IV sticking into my hand, and when the first
hour was up, the nurse came in to give me a choice. I could keep the IV in my
hand all three days (they had some nice, soft, gauze-like stuff to cover it),
in which case I would not have to go through having them to insert it each day,
or I could have them take it out, then put it in again each day. I chose
to keep it, but my stomach was turning so much having that darn thing in my
hand that I turned around at the elevators and asked them to take it out.
I wanted my hand back!
It was hard to believe all that had happened, and it
was only Tuesday. I had gone to the emergency room just the Friday
before. I was shaking with stress, and felt I needed comfort and sleep.
As far as the MRI, I waited for the next appointment
back at the neurologist's office, which I think was about a week later.
My mother and I were told that it showed three lesions (patches of
scarred tissue, typical of MS). The neurologist also said that optic
neuritis was only one single incident of one clear symptom, and that some
people never develop a second clear incident of a different symptom, so he was
going to wait until a second symptom actually appeared, and until then, as far
as he was concerned, I did not have Multiple Sclerosis.
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