I have a theory. When you discover you “may” have multiple sclerosis, there are two typical reactions. a sense of relief to actually finding out what has been bugging you all these years OR TOTALLY FREAK OUT.
Having had symptoms only for a matter of months when MS was suspected in the fall of 2005, I fell into the latter category. Yup, carefree me. For three weeks I held my own pity party. And it was a rager of a party—picture a frat kegger and then toss in a fully loaded beer truck broken down in the frat house’s driveway with a sign “must unload to tow: free beer.”
It was great. In those few weeks of not eating, not drinking, not sleeping, and freaking out, I shed a full ten pounds.* Take that, South Beach!
*Results may not apply to every MSer. Eating food is recommended. Freaking out is not.
Originally published June 2006. Edited for clarity.