Hello, Everyone!
My name is Aislinn (pronounced Ash-lyn for my non-Irish people.) I was born and raised in Connecticut spending summers and sometimes holidays in Ireland where my father is from and his family is. I'm 24 years old.
On November 23rd (I remember the day, because it was the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who and my friends and I were watching it together.) I had a headache and chose to wear my glasses -- new blue Warby Parker's I wanted to show off to my bestie. While I was driving there I got annoyed because I had rushed to put makeup on and blinked and got mascara on my glasses. At a red light, I stopped and cleaned them and put them back on, but the smudge wasn't better. I spent the rest of the afternoon irritated that my glasses were so smudgable. I had plans to go to see friends in NYC that night, so stopped on my way home to switch to contacts. But, the white fog in the center of my left eye was still there. Obviously, this resulted in inner panic and calling my parents..."WRONG. THIS IS VERY WRONG." The only people I'd ever known who lost their vision suddenly had brain tumors.
I spent the next few days in eye doctors offices, becoming increasingly panicky as I learned there wasn't anything wrong with my eyes. I suppose now is the time to tell you that I have anxiety issues or, as my father would say "The Worried-est Girl in the World."
Long story short, my MRI showed a number of white plaques (this is one thing that SCARED me, I felt like there were A LOT is that bad? I don't know how many maybe 10? Three showed up very bright in the contrast MRI.) A week after Optic Neuritis started to effect my left eye, I started a five day round of SoluMedrol. By Monday my vision had fully returned (it still kind of gets blurry when I get too hot or if I agitate that eye.) That Tuesday, I had a spinal tap which they botched big time (four times missed before sending me up to Interventional Radiology to get it done-- if you get a spinal tap and it hurts they are doing it wrong, so tell them to stop, don't try to be a hero like me.)
On Tuesday I went back to work, and got the devil of all headaches, wound up having my mom come pick me up after I tried to drive home and decided I was endangering people - I felt like I was going to faint or have a seizure! Went to the ER and they said I was one of the people who got a PDPH and did a bloodpatch. Which made me feel much better, but I had had such a bad headache that it actually hurt to touch my skin around my neck-- my muscles had been so tight I had been in so much pain!
All in all it was a really emotionally upsetting and scary situation. I didn't feel good and I was getting in one of those "am I always going to feel like this" fear states. It wasn't good.
LP came back negative for any infections (there's a strain of Lyme's disease here in CT that mimics MS almost exactly) and a cervical spine MRI revealed one lesion (I didn't actually see that one, but they said it was there.) So, I got my definitive diagnosis last week. Currently, I'm having some anxiety, ice pick headaches , and some twitchiness, but I'm unsure how related these are to actual M.S. symptoms. The doctors are testing me from JCV to see if I am eligible for Tysabri and also talking about Gilenya.
I feel like I've been in a pretty good place about it. I'm thankful that I have been diagnosed so early, I know that many people don't get diagnosed until later in life. And I generally have a pretty good outlook on life anyway - I'm just not one to live their life being upset and afraid of something I don't necessarily have the most control over.
But it does bother me when I let it, which I do sometimes.
I swear I worry about such dorky things like...what the heck do you say to the person you're dating? I've found so far that some people either act like I'm dying or act like I've just survived a shark attack or don't care because I look fine. My friends have decided that Multiple Sclerosis is way to scary sounding and that we shall rename it "Random A**hole Immune System Disease" (RAISD.) Catchy. Nailed it.
I'm very lucky in that I have a great family and friend base. My job is pretty kick *** and I work for a bunch of nurses and medical professionals, so I don't have to worry too much about that (although, I do, because obviously.) Also, does anyone find traveling difficult? I have what they call the wanderlust and the thought of not being able to go somewhere if I want to is so sad-making.
This is getting excessively long and all over the place... so I'll end it here... Say hi, I'm friendly!
My name is Aislinn (pronounced Ash-lyn for my non-Irish people.) I was born and raised in Connecticut spending summers and sometimes holidays in Ireland where my father is from and his family is. I'm 24 years old.
On November 23rd (I remember the day, because it was the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who and my friends and I were watching it together.) I had a headache and chose to wear my glasses -- new blue Warby Parker's I wanted to show off to my bestie. While I was driving there I got annoyed because I had rushed to put makeup on and blinked and got mascara on my glasses. At a red light, I stopped and cleaned them and put them back on, but the smudge wasn't better. I spent the rest of the afternoon irritated that my glasses were so smudgable. I had plans to go to see friends in NYC that night, so stopped on my way home to switch to contacts. But, the white fog in the center of my left eye was still there. Obviously, this resulted in inner panic and calling my parents..."WRONG. THIS IS VERY WRONG." The only people I'd ever known who lost their vision suddenly had brain tumors.
I spent the next few days in eye doctors offices, becoming increasingly panicky as I learned there wasn't anything wrong with my eyes. I suppose now is the time to tell you that I have anxiety issues or, as my father would say "The Worried-est Girl in the World."
Long story short, my MRI showed a number of white plaques (this is one thing that SCARED me, I felt like there were A LOT is that bad? I don't know how many maybe 10? Three showed up very bright in the contrast MRI.) A week after Optic Neuritis started to effect my left eye, I started a five day round of SoluMedrol. By Monday my vision had fully returned (it still kind of gets blurry when I get too hot or if I agitate that eye.) That Tuesday, I had a spinal tap which they botched big time (four times missed before sending me up to Interventional Radiology to get it done-- if you get a spinal tap and it hurts they are doing it wrong, so tell them to stop, don't try to be a hero like me.)
On Tuesday I went back to work, and got the devil of all headaches, wound up having my mom come pick me up after I tried to drive home and decided I was endangering people - I felt like I was going to faint or have a seizure! Went to the ER and they said I was one of the people who got a PDPH and did a bloodpatch. Which made me feel much better, but I had had such a bad headache that it actually hurt to touch my skin around my neck-- my muscles had been so tight I had been in so much pain!
All in all it was a really emotionally upsetting and scary situation. I didn't feel good and I was getting in one of those "am I always going to feel like this" fear states. It wasn't good.
LP came back negative for any infections (there's a strain of Lyme's disease here in CT that mimics MS almost exactly) and a cervical spine MRI revealed one lesion (I didn't actually see that one, but they said it was there.) So, I got my definitive diagnosis last week. Currently, I'm having some anxiety, ice pick headaches , and some twitchiness, but I'm unsure how related these are to actual M.S. symptoms. The doctors are testing me from JCV to see if I am eligible for Tysabri and also talking about Gilenya.
I feel like I've been in a pretty good place about it. I'm thankful that I have been diagnosed so early, I know that many people don't get diagnosed until later in life. And I generally have a pretty good outlook on life anyway - I'm just not one to live their life being upset and afraid of something I don't necessarily have the most control over.
But it does bother me when I let it, which I do sometimes.
I swear I worry about such dorky things like...what the heck do you say to the person you're dating? I've found so far that some people either act like I'm dying or act like I've just survived a shark attack or don't care because I look fine. My friends have decided that Multiple Sclerosis is way to scary sounding and that we shall rename it "Random A**hole Immune System Disease" (RAISD.) Catchy. Nailed it.
I'm very lucky in that I have a great family and friend base. My job is pretty kick *** and I work for a bunch of nurses and medical professionals, so I don't have to worry too much about that (although, I do, because obviously.) Also, does anyone find traveling difficult? I have what they call the wanderlust and the thought of not being able to go somewhere if I want to is so sad-making.
This is getting excessively long and all over the place... so I'll end it here... Say hi, I'm friendly!
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