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Nava I hope everything comes out ok with the tests. Maybe it’s not MS but if it is, at least you know and can get a fix on how to treat symptoms.
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That’s exactly why I decided to assault a neurologist (which coincidentally is the only specialist that I hadn’t visited, I even got checked for cancer and I know my spine is “the most gorgeous Xray” my traumatologist has ever seen, she’s got it hanging on her wall). Plus, one of the things that happen to me is that sometimes I’ll be completely beat, like I’m coming down with a horrible case of the flu - but it only lasts one day, so some of my stupider bosses claimed I was just “trying to get off work”. Having a Doctor’s Note feels like being back at the nuns, but when your IdiotBoss is IdiotNunLevel, it works (I had some great nun teachers, but the dumbest teachers I had were all nuns, well intentioned butttttt…)
Whatever it is, I’ve had it for 23 years so it’s probably not going to change much anytime soon, but if it’s MS, I get the Doctor’s Note and access to better information than “something that happens to you”, which is one of those TAER things.
Right now, I’m having to leave the house before dawn. When I open the door of the car it’s still black night. I’ll be sitting there, starting it and thinking “why am I out of the house? The sun isn’t even out of bed!”
On the up side, I get to see the dawn as I drive. For the first leg of the trip, I head west, with the outskirts of the Pyrinees (is that the right spelling?) on my right and the smaller Sierra del Perdón (Forgiveness Mountains) on the left. The sky today was cloudy, it looked like big grey cotton balls, so dawn was just light happening: there was no sun or sky in sight. The Sierra ends as I reach Huarte and there I could see that the southern sky was open: violet, pink, peach, yellow, blue… just a few wispy clouds… There I head north, taking the “beltroad” around Pamplona and heading into Erriagaray Valley for a little bit: there was the usual mist at the river, with the northern wind pulling “woolies” off it. One of the hills, which is sort of isolated from the two sides of this N-S valley, wore a garland of mist today: I could see its foot and top, but the middle was just Not There. Made me think of the way kids play hide and seek, when they just grab a napkin and put it over their face thinking that if they can’t see you, you can’t see them. The “beltroad” is a string of roundabouts: when I go to work, I have Pamplona on the left and green mountains (with some housing) on the right. Traffic was fluid, which is always nice. By the time I got to the office I could even see the sun, looking all flushed in the southern sky…