I've been lurking lately, trying to sort out my bumbling summer, the heat, my stitches on my thumb and dealing with Tysabri.
In retrospect, the longer I am on Tysabri, the worse I feel, the more pseudo relapses I have and just darn feel crappy most of the time plus my emotions are now bouncing around on the walls. In trying to find a way to describe it to neuro in October, all I can come up with is that I feel like I am slowly being poisoned.