I feel like I’m always at one doctor’s office or another. Urologist every three months, GP every year, neurologist every year, it’s a lot.
“I need you to see a dermatologist once a year,” the neurologist said last week.
“Oh, come ON.”
“You’ve been on this medicine since 2007, when the clinical trial began, and there’s a risk of skin cancer.”
He then made sure I knew I was being recorded, becuase he was using AI to take his notes.
He asked how the bladder Botox was going.
I said “It’s FANTASTIC!” And then I summarized the varying results I’d had.
The AI-generated notes read, “She continues to receive Botox injections every three months, noting that the first and third treatments were ‘fantastic,’ while the second set of injections was less effective.”
In all it was a really good visit. He reassured me that having fewer lesions didn’t necessarily mean that I was progressing to the next phase: it was possibly because MRI machines are more accurate than before.
I also volunteered for any studies to see the effects of Ozempic on brain inflammation. I’m not doing that, but I am taking a good chunk of bonus money I’ve accumulated and I’ve already started paying directly for some Zepbound.
The first Zephound shot took me back to my interferon days. The first few months are discounted if you can shelf-administer the shots with a vial and needle.
I took the first beginner dose two days ago, and now … I have gained three pounds and I smell like paint, for some reason. Early days though.