I am not sure when I labeled this season of my life that I am writing about "The Days of Darkness," but the word picture stuck for its succinctness and fullness. Thank goodness for Mexico, that Pocket of Hope in the black hole of the coming days and months.
Shall we bullet point through September into October? That will make it a little more bearable:
- Return from Mexico and begin injectable medication. Mistake liver failure for the "flu-like" symptoms that said injectable medications have as normal side-effects. Stop injecting myself to let my liver heal. Catastrophic liver failure averted.
- Right foot drops. Meaning, my right lower leg stops working; Lizzy limping around. Motor functioning lost. (Let us rejoice when we tell our bodies to do something and it does it). Crazy dizziness sets in; crazy. "This is not right. This would be a crazy fast progression of MS..." Crazy: with great speed and recklessness.
- Lots of tests: peripheral nerve test (featuring electricity shots directly in the nerve), spinal tap (starring a needle the size of a pencil being stuck into the bodies nerve center), MRI, MRI, draw blood x20, brain wave test, shiney-lights-in-eye test (when you are upside down, left, right, and inside out). You name the test, I had it.
- Lots of therapy: physical therapy (to learn to walk with a brace), vestibular therapy (to learn to walk a straight line), pruden-myo therapy (what the?), cranial sacral therapy, massage therapy, psychotherapy (for the creeping and crushing complication: depression). There was more, but you get the picture.
The picture: The Days of Darkness. The absence or deficiency of light during the interval of (what should be) light between two successive nights.