I have mentioned having a relationship with food to numerous people.  I think they may believe I'm crazy.  I'm not...at least not that I know of.  Food is a HUGE part of us.  We need it for nourishment, we use it as the center of get-together's and celebrations, we smell it, taste it, crave it and in a lot of ways, worship it.  Some of us have used food for comfort, therapy, anguish, anger, frustration, exhaustion, loneliness...feel free to fill in the blank.  Food was meant to be enjoyed.  As I mentioned, we plan entire gathering's around food.  So why do some of us develop toxic relationships with food while others seem to breeze through life without any food issues?

Part of this is genetic.  We are each wired different.  We each have our own unique DNA passed down to us from generations of ancestors.  There's not much we can do about genetics.  However, genetics play a very small role in our relationship with food.  Genetics only dictate our body shape, where we carry the li'l extra, whether we have large breasts or small breasts, our bone structure, etc.  This is all purely biological.  It is what it is.

Using food as a coping mechanism is a choice.  We have the freedom to choose.  I wasted years shoving food down my throat in order to shove down all the feelings of inadequacy I had accumulated.  Mostly the inadequacies were given to me - I was told almost daily I was fat, never going to be good enough, no one would ever love me, yada, yada, yada.  When you have no control over your life, over what happens to you day-to-day, and you are literally just waiting for the next attack, be it physical, verbal, sexual, whatever, your basic instinct is to find something, anything, you can control.  For a lot of us, that becomes food.  In some cases, the 'victim' will choose to turn away from food - I'm not worthy of nourishment.  In other cases, like mine, we turn towards food as a source of comfort.  Food has never abandoned me!  Food has never called me fat!  Food has never pointed out my inadequacies as a human being!  But, you know what?  It did.  Because I chose to gorge myself until the only feeling I had was being miserable from eating too much.  Being physically miserable for overeating is not pleasant - but it was a far cry better than what I was already feeling!!

It really wasn't better.  At the time, it felt better...and I couldn't see past what I thought was relief.  I also didn't know that's what I was doing.  I thought I was fat & miserable & had no self-control.  I believed my will power was damaged...if I had any at all.  I sincerely believed I was unworthy of love.  I didn't deserve to have anything nice in life.  I was so hateful towards myself I married a man who was 20 years older than me & could have been my biological mother in man form.  I married an abuser.  That's what I knew.  That's what I was comfortable with.  I wasn't worthy of anything different, certainly not anything better.

In 1995, I hit my peak weight.  I was over 300 pounds.  On my small 5'2" frame.  I felt exhausted, my knees & back hurt, I looked sickly, my hair was limp & lifeless and I had spent my entire adult life to this point being consumed with thoughts of food - what's for dinner, let's stop & eat fast food, let's order a pizza, etc.  I stood in front of a full length mirror, naked, and heard what I was saying to myself.  "You're disgusting!!  Look at you!!  Gross!!  STOP eating!!  You don't even deserve to eat!!  OMG, you are SO ugly!!"  The conversation went on for awhile.  For the 1st 5 minutes I stood looking in that mirror at my imperfect body, I verbally insulted, attacked, abused, bullied & terrorized me.  Yes...ME!!  The voice inside my head started sounding more & more like my bio-mother's...until I couldn't tell whether they were her words or mine.  I finally looked at my face.  I had spent all this time looking at only my imperfections - never even considering the person inside.  I saw the sadness in my eyes...the desperation.  I was horrified!  I had spent my entire life vowing to never be like my bio-mother.  This was the one thing I knew growing up - I would NOT be like her.  Yet here I was, self-talking in her voice!!  I would love to say this was my aha moment, and I suppose in a way it was the 1st aha moment of many to come throughout the following years.

I stayed in that marriage for 9 years.  Petrified of him.  Petrified of her.  Petrified of life.  I would say I wasted 9 years of my life, but those ended up being important years for me.  I spent them realizing what I didn't want for my life.  I spent them learning to talk to myself like I would a dear friend or my baby sister.  I learned to have compassion for myself...and patience.  That day, in 1995, at the age of 23 years, I went out & bought my 1st set of 5 lb. dumbbells, an exercise bike and several fitness magazines.  I bought Shape, Self, Fitness, Oxygen & Muscle-n-Fitness HERS.  I read them cover-to-cover while peddling.  I could only ride 15 minutes at a time in the beginning, so I did it twice a day.  I started following a diet plan which consisted of 1200 calories per day.  By the 2nd week, I had lost 5 pounds & was up to 30 minutes at a time on the bike.  At the end of the 1st month, 26 pounds lighter & starting to see & feel like a different person, I joined the local Gold's Gym.  The employee's were amazing & taught me all about weight lifting, nutrition & cardio.  I was a member until they closed their doors 18 months later.  It took me approximately 6 months to lose 150 pounds.  I wish I could say that was the end...I learned what I needed to & I never gained another pound.

I spent the next 6 months, immediately after losing the 150 pounds, unable to drive, walk straight or keep food down on a regular basis.  I went to doctors, specialists, had tests, was poked & prodded.  My family physician at the time, told me it was all in my head & offered recommendations to therapists.  I ended up firing the doctor for misdiagnosis on two other problems.  However, 10 years later I found out it was plainly stated in my medical record from 1996 - black & white - I had multiple sclerosis.  I spent 10 years progressing without any knowledge what was happening to me.  I knew it wasn't 'in my head', but I also didn't know what 'it' was.

I met my current husband in 2001.  I met him at my biological mother's home.  I was working fulltime and going to her home on the weekends to clean for extra money...and to avoid my current huband at the time.  Usually my BM was there, but this particularly day she had called to let me know a man was living there, about my age.  She also told me he was an amazing guy.  Holy shit - she wasn't kidding!!  I walked into her home & there was Chuck, refilling his coffee.  His smile electrifed me!!  The fact I was married went out the window...it was at that exact moment I knew I had to find the strength to leave my ex.  It took a few months, but I did leave him & file for divorce.  Chuck & I started seeing each other.  I moved into BM's home during the divorce and Chuck & I became inseperable.  Still are to this day.

Let me explain something.  It's not that I have to be with someone.  Not at all.  It's that when you meet THE ONE, you know it.  No doubts.  I don't just dig Chuck, I love him.  Completely.  I don't think I could breath without him.  Seriously.  He's the other half of me...and being with him allowed me to see what matters in life.  Wow, did I have it wrong!!

In 2005 I became legally disabled.  Both physically & cognitively.  In February 2006 they finally figured out I was one sick bitch.  LOL!  Since then, I've received at least one new 'disease' a year.  I realized I was slowly dying...losing my ability to walk, type, keep my balance... It was time to do something for myself.  I kicked up the workouts - making the treadmill a mandatory every day part of my life.  I started lifting heavier.  I was still overeating though.  What the hell was wrong with me?!  I had more than I had ever dreamed of & yet I couldn't stick with my calorie allowance each day.  I quit counting.  I quit keeping track.  My pants became baggy, then fell off my ass.  I wasn't obsessing about food anymore.  I was taking care of my body, eating when I was hungry - no food off limits - quitting when full.  I have practiced this for the past 4 years.  I'm a size 10/12 now.  If that's the size I live with, then I'm groovy with that.  I will never be a sizzling hot size 2... Of course, Chuck says there isn't anything sizzling about a size 2...unless it really is a bacon strip.  LOL!

For me, learning to be a friend to food, to stop blaming food for my obesity was key.  As soon as I quit trying to outsmart calories, controlling my calories, fat & sodium consumption, I became free.  I learned to love me, love my body for all it does.  I had to let my body off the hook...be compassionate like I would to my best friend.  My best friend is my husband - when I self-talk, I always think of him.  I try to see me the way he does.  All the love & desire in his eyes.  It's not a fast climb to reach the self acceptance summit, but it is one of the most amazing feelings to know you are worth something.  You are all that...and a bag of chips!!

I love food now.  I used to love/hate it.  Now if I want a cookie, I have a damn cookie.  If I want a piece of cheesecake, I savor every bite.  But, it's funny.  Since deciding I can have anything I want, I find I don't want a lot of junk.  I want the good stuff - veggies, fruit, lean protein.  My body told me this is what I want.  That's a big part of the problem.  We are born with the ability to know when we are hungry, when we've had enough.  We stop listening to our internal needs & start listening to our parents.  Parents mean well, but the truth is, a child will eat when they need to.  They will eat what you put in front of them.  Stop worrying about whether your kids will eat spinach - feed it to them.  Just be smart & make sure it's part of a meatless lasagna.  Use the REAL cheese!!  And enjoy each bite!!

First, allow me to apologize for the extremely filthy mirror in these pic's!!  LOL!  My dogs 'decorate' this mirror daily and I only clean it weekly...Monday is clean mirror day.  LOL!

So, without further ado, here's my leg pic's:

This is my calf muscle standing flat-footed.

Side view...ridiculous hamstrings too!

 My legs are a combination of fitness, MS and Myotonic Dystrophy Type 1 (MD...as in Jerry's Kids, only mine is a very slow progressing form).  I can't give myself shots in my legs (I take daily injection Copaxone to slow the progression of MS). Whenever I do, I end up in a lot of pain and to this day (I quit leg injections over 2 months ago), I still have bruising and lumps. Screw that. LOL!

So, that's my leg story. I'll take more pic's after I clean that mirror! LOL!

Keep moving!

Yup, that's how it feels.  I'm going to get shirts of each of 'em.  I think they're funny.  Of course, I think my illnesses are kinda funny.  I look fine most of the time.  I still insist on making real Italian food...even though sometimes (like last night), I would rather skip eating & just go to bed.  Can't do that, though.  I have kids to feed.  And a husband.  So, at 6:00 last night - because I had no energy to go get the grocery shopping done earlier in the day - I was standing at the kitchen counter stuffing manicotti for dinner.  We didn't eat until 7:30 last night.  Geesh.  I hate that.

So tonight I'm making oven-fried Italian chicken fingers with oven-fried zucchini & oven-fried mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce.  Pretty quick & definitely EASY!!  LOL!

The girls have been ornery lately.  We had a slight warm-up, 35 degree's!  That had the girls excited & literally shaking with pent-up energy.  Ha ha.  I watched them run through the yard at top speeds & somehow Joy, Tobi & Lexi ended upside down in the rose bushes.  They were playing a fabulous game of 'tag' most of the day yesterday.  Now today it is snowing again & the girls (with the exception of Skylar who would sit & watch over our yard 24/7 if you let her) are all bundled cuddly together on the couch.  They look so sweet!!  And innocent...which I know isn't necessarily the case.  Ha ha.

Time to hit the treadmill...busy day...we are volunteering at the animal shelter, getting the rest of the groceries and then picking up Chuck when he gets off work.  Hopefully I'm not too tired tonite!! LOL!

Keep moving!

This is taken from Chronic Fatigue Treatments - Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Blog

D-Ribose is a sugar (derived from glucose) that has been shown to boost levels of the energy compound ATP. Some studies have shown that CFS patients have lower than normal levels of ATP and D-Ribose could be used to increase energy production in the muscles and heart.
The increased levels of ATP may help relieve fatigue by provide the muscles with extra energy. D-Ribose also helps the body to recycle ATP, and use its own energy it has more efficiently.
A study by well know chronic fatigue specialist Dr. Jacob Teitelbaum, has shown D-ribose to improve sleep, fatigue, concentration, pain and well-being in patients.

The Study:

- There were 36 patients in this study

- The average age of the participants was 48 and was 78% female.

- The patients in this study took D-Ribose at a dose of 5 grams, three times each day.

Outcome:

- 69% of the 36 patients had significant improvement. They had 25% improvement in the quality of life, as compared to before the study.

I'm pretty excited about this!!  I'm going to GNC tomorrow & getting some.  I would also love to try acupuncture.  I know people who claim it combined with LDN has done wonders for them...I'd love to have wonders done for me!  LOL!  I'm going to call the place in town that was listed on the acufinder.com website...it's only about 25 minutes from here.  Maybe it'll help with my migraines, bladder, bowel & neuropathic pain like it has with others.  That would be amazing!!

Last night I made Shrimp & Scallop Scampi over Linguini...yum!!  Tonight we're having Teriyaki Chicken & Veggies with Brown Rice.  I have no idea why I capitalized all that...lol.  I try to make as healthy of meals as possible while still keeping the cost factor down.  I bought the shrimp, scallops & boneless skinless chicken breasts at Aldi's and the whole wheat linguini, teriyaki sauce, oriental veggies and brown rice at Wal-Mart.  We're also having broiled Basil-Butter Salmon with Bussel Sprouts in Butter Sauce and Augratin Potatoes one night this next week.  Again, bought the salmon fillets, butter and potatoes at Aldi's, the brussel sprouts at Wal-Mart.  I make a big circle.  I leave 4 miles North of town...I go to the far East of town to Aldi's...then I stop at Big R, Staples, K-Mart, Sally's Beauty Supply or Pets Supplies Plus as needed, then to Owen's for anything I know Wal-Mart doesn't have (these stores are all East and South), then to Lowe's if needed, next the gas station for filling up & cigarette's and last I go to Wal-Mart (which is on the North-West side of town)...I like to think I'm saving money in gas this way.  LOL!

So, anyway...that was a lot of rambling.  I'm bored.  I suppose it's obvious.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!!

Keep moving!

Jack in silk sheets - he's so spoiled!!

Charlie, Lexi & Jimmy

Lexi & Jimmy

Lexi...gosh, she's so freakin' adorable!

Lexi & Jimmy

Lexi & Jimmy

My husband & I are huge music fans.  We especially love John Lennon.  We are hoping to find all the Carter's John Lennon "Real Love" nursery items.  Here are some pic's of what we are looking for...

If we can't find what we want, we are going with Bananafish's "Spot" for the nursery...

I really have my heart set on John Lennon's though.  If anyone has the complete set - or mostly complete set - contact me.  I would pay via PayPal, including shipping!!  LOL!

I bought at calendar yesterday at 50% off at Sam Goody because they are going out of business.  It's John Lennon's art.  I want to take it apart & frame the pictures for the nursery.  They are so cute!!  I also got myself a pair of in-ear, noise-reducing headphones by Philips.  Believe it or not, they work amazingly well!  I only paid $10 for them...they are normally $50.  Good deals.

We bought some more mice yesterday & a Habitrail for them.  We even marked one with purple permanent marker...she's our 'pet' mouse & won't be fed to Cinna.  Mice are pretty cool...they just run all over you & sniff at you.  None of them - there were 5 total - have tried to bite or anything.  We SO have a small petting zoo in this house now.  We have 6 dogs, 1 cat, 2 iguana's, 1 ball python & 4 mice.  Plus, Chuck is planning to get an African Spur-Thighed Tortoise.  They are really cool.  At least my child will grow up with a love & respect for all of God's creatures.  LOL!  The only things I won't allow are constrictor's that get big enough to eat a baby (those aren't 'pets' anymore at that size), meat-eating large lizards, poisonous snakes & spiders of any kind.  I suppose I also wouldn't allow one of the kids to have any kind of insect farm either.  Ha ha.

Well, I need to go lift weights...it'll be awhile...  LOL!

Ciao!  Keep moving!!

These are our family pictures this year...notice we have Kayla's friend Moe in them.  LOL!

This is my Mom right after she opened the rubber spider Kayla wrapped for her.  Ha ha.

This is me...chubby, chubby, chubby...

Kayla opening presents...

This is Kayla's Ball Python, Cinna.

These are Cole & my Iguana's. Mine's the one standing up - he's Iggy.  Cole's is the one laying down, Jazzy.

Charlie with a pink teddy bear on her back...

Rushell holding Skylar...Boo insisted...

My gorgeous hubby showing off his biceps. LOL!

Cole & Lexi...

Chuck & I made some major decisions while he's been on vacation this past week.  We're going to try for a baby!!!  I'm SO excited!!!  I've wanted a baby since I was 16 years old, but my 1st husband wasn't a very good dad to the 2 children he had, so I didn't want to give him any more.  However, Chuck is an excellent father, so I'm ready now.  I'm 37, so it's time to poo or get off the pot...so to speak.  My stepmom had my little sister when she was 38 & it went great...no complications, etc.  Plus, women are having babies later in life now - it's pretty normal.  I'm not even exceptional or 'unique'.  LOL!  I've already spoke with my doctor's & they've given me the green light.  But...I'm not going to try until I get my SSDI benefits.  Chuck has to have his vasectomy reversed, which should go well.  They have over a 77% success rate.  However, if for some reason it doesn't take, we're going to do invitro...but we can only afford to try that once.  So, send a lot of positive thoughts & prayers this way...I'd much rather do it the old-fashioned way!  LOL!

Notice the 'new' reptile pic's?  Cole got an Iguana for his birthday back in November.  Yesterday we went to the pet store so my oldest could buy Kayla her snake (promised to her by him for part of her Christmas).  While we were there, I noticed they had several more Iguana's & decided to give Jazzy a playmate.  I love Iguana's!  They are so cool the way they tilt their head & look at you.  My big guy (compared to Jazzy) is Iggy and he's still pretty flighty.  We just need to handle him a lot.  I told Cole if Iggy bites me, he's just inherited a 2nd Iguana.  Ha ha.  Reptiles are cool.  Kayla's snake is really cool, but I admit - I'm a tinsy bit afraid of it.  I'll adjust.  My only stipulation was that nothing can be big enough to eat a baby...hence the Ball Python as opposed to a larger snake.  I'm no dumb-dumb.  LOL!

Speaking of the baby...ha ha... We picked out names already.  Charles James (after hubby & my Dad) if it's a boy and Charlee Marie (after hubby & my great-grandmother) if it's a girl.  We were throwing Kate Marie & Charlee Marie back & forth and I finally decided on Charlee...I want to give Chuck a namesake.  He's had 3 children & none of them are even remotely named after him.  That seems wrong somehow.  He's such a great Dad & he deserves to have a child named after him.  But, no, we are not calling the baby "junior" if it's a boy.  I don't care for that.  And, besides, the boy's name isn't identical to Chuck's because if we have a boy, his middle name is my Dad's name.  So, technically, Junior wouldn't apply anyway.  We'll call a boy Charlie & a girl Charlee...same pronunciation, just a different spelling.

We've also decided what to do the nursery in - Mother Goose.  Yay!  I love children's books, so it's only fitting.  I found a really beautiful nursery picture online... Isn't it the sweetest thing?  I'm going to find a couple geese like these to hang in his/her room and we are going to put clouds on the ceiling like in this picture.  I'll have more Mother Goose themed things, but I love this nursery as a basic start for what I'm going for.  Cole's just excited because we are building him a brand new bedroom & bathroom in the basement so we can keep the baby in the bedroom next to ours.  I think Cole wants his new room to be done in "Indianapolis Colts".  I found an awesome floor rug at Lowe's yesterday - it's a large area rug made to look like a football field & has the "Colts" logo across it - just like their home field.  It's pretty cool.  We're going to stain the basement floor to look like marble (my Mom did this in her basement bedroom & it looks really cool) and then he'll have his big area rug. 

Zak & Rushell are planning to move out in the spring.  I'm glad.  I want them to be out on their own.  There simply isn't a house big enough for 2 families...especially with Zak wanting to be the dominant male in the house.  It just can't work long term.  He's a very irresponsible 19-year old & the only way he's going to grow up is if he's partially forced to.  Plus, they're plannin g to get married in the spring - they really need their own nest.  I just don't want them to rush into a place because it's available & they want to be 'free'.  They need to move into a starter home...right now they are watching for a land contract deal or something similar, which is fine.  Just so they don't get over their heads.

We've continued having problems with Kayla.  Both depression and behavioral.  I don't know for sure what we're going to do yet, but we need to do something.  She's very unhappy about the prospect of a baby, but like Chuck said - we can't live our entire lives for Kayla.  She's 16 years old & acting out.  We are planning to look into some residential programs for her after the New Year.  We like Knightstown & New Horizons best so far.  But, Chuck will receive free tuition at Girl's Town because he was in the military, so that one is still definitely on our list as well.  She just needs more than we give - even without a baby in the future.  She needs major structure, round-the-clock counseling/group sessions and someone to really push her with her education.  We can only do so much in a normal environment...and when WE push her, she explodes & punches things & slams doors, etc.  I don't want her to live like this.  She really, truly needs long-term help.  Without it, I'm afraid she will never succeed in life.  And I want only good for her.  It's a difficult decision and she will hate us for awhile, but we just don't see any other options right now.  If you try to have a conversation with her, she acusses us of not loving her and says she's to blame for everything bad, etc., etc.  We were joking around one day...and keep in mind, Kayla is the very definition of lazy & she jokes about it all the time...I very jokingly told her she was lazy and she lost it...she screamed at me, "Are you calling me fat??"  I have no idea where that came from...we were all shocked.  It's like walking on eggshells when she's around.  As much as we hate it when she comes home from school & goes right to bed, it's also a relief.  That's no way to live.  She needs serious help.  More than we can give.  Obviously, loving her just isn't enough right now.  And, I'm sorry, but I do have some concerns about the safety of our future baby.  Kayla can be very violent - she's punched Cole several times and she throws things & screams out-of-control.  I'm not backing down on having a baby...I've waited a long time for this...I just can't sacrifice anymore of me for her.  Especially when she's unresponsive at best.

I'm kicking off my workouts again next week.  I've been really bad this week about working out - haven't worked out once in a solid week.  I can feel it too!  I'm also going to work on losing weight again.  I'd really like to lose 25-30 pounds before I become pregnant.  Then, of course, my goal is to only gain 25-30 pounds while I'm pregnant.  This will make it easier on my body & I will suffer less stress on my legs, which are wobbly sometimes.  I've been doing a lot of research on my pregnancy & my particular illnesses.  Apparently while I'm pregnant, the majority of my symptoms are going to go away.  Yay!  Now, having said that, as soon as I have the baby, I could have a relapse.  Technically, the relapse is imminent...it's just when it's going to attack after I give birth.  I have my Mom, my mother-in-law & Rushell who are all planning to help out when it happens.  I've been quite a bit of research on Low Dose Naltrexone as well - it's what I take for MS.  According to what I've found, they have actually started using LDN during the 1st trimester for women who have a history of miscarriages.  They've had great success with this.  I might be able to stay on it throughout the pregnancy if necessary and there are no reported problems with using LDN while nursing.  The only thing that has presented itself with use of LDN throughout the entire pregnancy is a lighter weight baby...I'm not sure this can actually be considered an issue though...I can think of some benefits of having a lower weight baby!  LOL!  I've had 2 miscarriages - both while married to my 1st husband - stress related.  LDN might be the answer to help prevent a 3rd miscarriage.  I'm just so excited...I've waited so long to have my own baby.  Dang - I love my life!

Keep moving!!

Cole & Joy

Boo, Cole & Moe - Kayla, Moe & Cole

Zak, Rushell & Lexi

Lexi Marie in her precious Santa suit.

Rushell & Lexi

Lexi's face...awww...

Kayla, Charlie & Tobi

Life has been really busy!!  It's amazing how much energy 4 teenagers, 6 dogs & 1 cat use!  LOL!

I've pretty much got my Christmas shopping done.  Just a few odds & ends left.  Whew.  Ha ha.  It's mind-numbing how expensive Christmas is anymore!  It seems like every year more people are added to our 'list'.  It's ridiculous.  I think next year I'm going to hollar TRUCE & see if we can't get this under control.  I really don't want presents from friends & friends of friends.  I would rather just get together with them over coffee over dinner or whatever & have a moment...as opposed to cramping our financial budget & running all over the place to find the perfect gift.  I would rather save that for family members only.  OK...I'm stepping off my high horse now.

This was taken 2 Christmas' ago at my Mom's house.  That's her dog, Herbie - he's a Boxer.  LOL!

Well, I need to get busy.  I've already done 5 loads of laundry, swept & mop all hardwoods in the house, taken out the garbage, poop scooped the cat box and taken at least 5 rocks away from the dogs.  Whew.  No wonder I'm so tired all the time!  LOL!

Ciao!  And remember...keep moving!

Grr.  So, last weekend we took the kids to visit my mom.  While we were there, our youngest stole about a half pack of cigarette's from my mom.  First, I didn't know about it until long after we were home.  Second, he did not smoke them in front of me (obviously).  Third, my mom leaves packs of cigarette's in almost every room of her house...she would not have even realized Cole took them had I not told her the next day on the phone!  So, anyway.  Tonight she calls out of the blue & starts yelling & screaming at me about how since I'm not teaching the kids right from wrong, they are no longer welcome at her home.  She says that means there will be no Thanksgiving & no Christmas this year.

WTF?!

For the record, I did discipline him.  Duh.  I get the feeling, however, she won't be satisfied until I can figure out how to remove the cigarette's from his body & turn them back into whole cigarette's & give them to her.  Wow, she really stresses me out.

We have been spending more time than usual on our deck - the weather has been amazing!!!  Yesterday I had a pair of bluebird's make their presence known.

Pretty huh?

Now for some pic's of me...LOL!

At the hospital getting Solumedrol last Friday.

Goofin' off with hair pieces.

Just goofin' off.  LOL!

I'm back getting monthly Solumedrol treatments.  And...this is exciting...my new neurologist is letting me try Low Dose Naltrexone (LDN)!!!  YAY!!!  I don't know how long it will take to get me started on it.  My neuro is contacting a pharmacy in the FLorida area & we'll go from there.  Fun, fun.  LOL!

Well, that's pretty much all I have for now.  I'm pretty bummed about the situation with my mom & I'm really, really tired...did I mention my fibro flares like crazy in the fall??  Grr.

Ciao!

Keep moving!!