I’m at the neurolog discussing the medication I can get to my probably MS but still to be verified illness. The doctor suggests an anti-depressant. I immediately facilitate the information I am most likely depressed. Reinout confirms this saying “the prospect of her ending up in a wheelchair is a bit daunting”. I cut him short. “It’s not the wheelchair that is scaring the shit out of me, but company start-ups, lawsuits and never-ending workload.”. The doctor looks perplexed at us.
“Please Continue” I go on. She does – to the side effects.
“You will generally sleep better, and of course the nerve pain should be treated. It’s likely though you may experience some weight”.
I say “What!!?? Quantify what you mean by weight gain! Are we talking kilos?”
“Yes, typically 4-5 kilos but it may be more like 10.”
“You gotta be kiddin! I just lost 3 kilos (and gained them back, but I don’t facilitate this information)”.
Reinout doesn’t seem to think this is a problem. But I resist any such ideas. I would have to buy new clothes, and I just spent a fortune on my wardrobe.
“You can buy new ones” he says.
“For what? We don’t have any money remember?”
The doctor is shifting somewhat uneasily in her chair.
“Are there any other medication you can give me? Without the weight gain?” I ask.
The doctor suggest a medication for epilepsi that has proven to work against nerve pain. I opt for this.
With my 10 cm Christian Louboutin boots, and my Tori Burch fur coat I walk out in style. I am not prepared to give up the rich bitch look, nor attitude….MS or NOT!
Look of the day? Boots Christian Louboutin, fur coat Tori Burch, Blouse
Roberto Cavalli, Jeans Citizen of Humanity, Bag Fendi
Looking pretty tired here, but I didn’t sleep much last night