The days you wake up, do a quick body scan and realise that you’re ‘you on your best day,” are truly joyous. The trouble is, it’s a precarious balance. Any minute it could come crashing down.

On your “best day” it’s not abnormal to get giddy about how much you can do and then push your luck just that bit too far. Like I did today. I usually do use my day off in the week to rest and recover but today ended up being busier than I like it to be. I had a couple of places I needed to visit as well as getting my bloods done. The urgency is in part down to being pretty busy this upcoming weekend, and partly knowing I’ll be in hospital 12 days from now. But now I’m paying for it. It’s 6.30 on a Wednesday night and I’m shattered!

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the fact that I don’t think I’ve had any relapses since I’ve been diagnosed with MS. At least not a debilitating one. Yet I feel like I’ve been feeling progressively worse, physically. As my white blood cells still aren’t quite up to the bottom end of normal, I’ve been assured by a nurse that I can’t possible be having a relapse. So why do I feel so damn terrible?

It’s the aching more than anything. It just doesn’t seem to take a lot to make me feel like I’ve done a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson. And when I say “not a lot” in healthy person terms, it really is nothing. And I don’t know why. Sometimes I wonder if the brain really is so amazing that I DID feel this terrible prior to diagnosis, but in the absence of an explanation, or indeed in fear of it, I just suppressed anything I couldn’t explain.

It seems plausible that perhaps every way that I’m feeling terrible at the moment is something that I’ve experienced before, back when I was blissfully unaware that I was living with MS. But I found a different excuse that was temporary after it vanished. The reason everything is flaring up is that everyday my body is not only existing but it’s fighting off the symptoms and it’s fighting to build my immune system back up. That’s gotta be exhausting. Right?

I just feel like since Lemtrada, I haven’t been quite right. It’s not bad enough to put me off going for my second round. I keep trying to trust the process. That it’s a two year treatment that I’m only halfway through. It goes some way to appease me but then there’s this little niggling thought that there’s something more sinister going on.

I feel so confused that I’ve started to track my symptoms through an app called SymTrac. This doesn’t feel like something I want to use long term though. It’s making me think constantly about what pain I am and am not in. I’m all too aware of how I feel right now, and that’s not good for me.

Any other Lemmies out there with words for advice, reassurance or comfort? Or anyone in the know for that matter.