Dear whoever reads this stuff, so much changed so fast from my drooping eyelid 2 short weeks ago through 2 drooping eyelids to speech impediment and beyond.....
As I sit bathed in the white light of my puter monitor at nearly 2am where do I start?
As recently as this morning I was convinced that I should start writing my will, (always the drama queen)
I am now sitting here contemplating the whirlwind of the last 12 hours...
At around 1pm this afternoon I took the first 30mg tablet of the 'sticking plaster' part of my treatment offered yesterday by the hero Doctor Armstrong.
He had dampened any expectation I had of these tablets that were to boost the amount of chemical produced by my nerves at the neuromuscular junction.
The intention was that this overdose of acetycholine would give the receptors (unaffected by the masking effect of my antibodies) a fighting chance of passing the signals onto my muscles.
Sitting and waiting and waiting and.... is it my imagination or do I feel better? mmmmm left eyelid seems to have stopped drooping.... mmmm I can eat toast without difficulty..... can I talk without the comedy impediment?
I tried talking to myself and it seemed ok i was scared to admit it but I'M FINE... I'M FINE AND DANDY AND FIXED!!!
I immediately phoned everyone I could think of carried by a wave, a wave of euphoria,
If this is the 'sticking plaster' part of my treatment the something to be getting on with bit, then what would the serious bit enable me to do? Jump tall buildings? Travel faster than a speeding bullet? Throw people by just looking in their direction?
BRING IT ON DEAR MARVELOUS DOCTOR ARMSTRONG BRING IT ON.
I am so looking forward to getting back to my schools next week, It is an overused expression but I really do feel I am waking from a bad dream.
LOVE LOVE LOVE (and a free world)
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