I am fatigued. Excessively fatigued. And my mood is frequently dropping to uncomfortably low levels. Unexplained sadness, feelings of hopelessness with no justification. I battled with depression years ago, so I remember these feelings. This is all too familiar.
However, I know I’m still suffering the effects of the prednisone, even though I’m done taking it. Also, I’ve been off my MS medication since the relapse, so I have hope this too shall pass. I’ll get the Tysabri on Friday and hopefully that will help my fatigue. My husband reminded me that exercise helps the fatigue, so hopefully this week I’ll make time to do some walking.
Meanwhile life goes on. I would rather be a part of it than be stuck in bed sulking, so unfortunately my family and friends will just have to deal with my sourpuss moments for now. For that, I am truly sorry, but I do hope to make it up to them eventually. We don’t know when, but eventually indeed.
Days like these I’m more aware of the constant battle that is MS, but it’s a battle I’m prepared to fight, and I’m not giving up. One day at a time.
2 Corinthians 4:8-9 “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down but not destroyed.”