I’m in the midst of dry rot repair, lymphocyte decrease and trying to kickstart a healthier 2018. Let’s face it, things can’t be as bad as they were in 2017. Surely.
January was always going to be a bitch of a month. I knew the repairs were coming, I knew I had to move out, I know that the next step will be a deep clean (bloody plaster dust!) and then a total redecoration. Then, just then, may my stress levels reduce. I was hoping to take myself, the cats and a crate of wine off to a lodge somewhere away from civilisation with a good friend. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. As a consequence, at age 46, I’m living with my parents.
Yes, it may be a temporary situation but oh my word, am I having to take a lot of deep breaths. To be fair, we are all trying to pretend we aren’t getting on each other’s nerves, but it was never going to be easy, so the sooner this bloody dry rot situation is fixed, the better. My father is obsessed with the weather and my mother is obsessed with cleaning. Neither of these holds any interest for me whatsoever. I like to watch movies, but Father is terrified I press the wrong button on the TV, so such is his level of anxiety when I go within 6ft of the set, I just don’t. The novelty of having the cats living with them wore off as soon as they decided to come out from under the bed (the cats that is, not my parents). My folks have wooden floors and the cats like to play with toys. Inevitably, this creates a level of noise. Nothing like the racket that my 6-year old niece creates, but a noise none-the-less and this is driving my parents to a level of annoyance that is pretty impressive. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, they’re doing me a massive favour and considering we haven’t lived together for almost 30 years, it’s not been as bad as it could have been! With luck, it will only be another 3 or 4 days before we can get out of each other’s hair!
That will, of course, depend on whether the repairs are completed. It is looking hopeful, but, well, I’ve felt hope before and been bitterly disappointed, so I’ve decided to err on the side of caution and assume that it could take longer to fix than I’d like. I’m all for positivity, but when life has beaten you down as much as it has me in the last 14 months, it’s kinda hard to look on the bright side. At least I’m finding it really hard to see the silver lining!
Just what the merry hell are lymphocytes? Another time I just shut down when a medical professional starts talking about something I simply can not process. I’ve been trying to get my head around an awful lot of things the last few weeks! What is going on with my right eye and why is the optic nerve deteriorating? Why does the neural ophthalmologist not seem to give a monkey’s? What does the thickness (or lack thereof) of the muscle around the nerve mean? Why is the neural ophthalmologist referring eye issues to an MS specialist, when the MS specialist refers me to the neural ophthalmologist in the first place because he is the eye specialist? And why oh why is ophthalmologist so darn difficult to spell!!
Sorry Wikipedia, you know I still love you, but sometimes only the scientific journals will do. Apparently, a lymphocyte is:
a type of white blood cell that is part of the immune system. There are two main types of lymphocytes: B cells and T cells. The B cells produce antibodies that are used to attack invading bacteria, viruses, and toxins. The T cells destroy the body’s own cells that have themselves been taken over by viruses or become cancerous.
That definition is from the National Library of Medicine, so I’m pretty happy with the description, but what does it all mean for stressed-out me??? Multiple sclerosis patients are at risk of developing lymphopenia, or abnormally low levels of immune defence white blood cells, called lymphocytes, according to a study that investigated lymphocyte counts in people with relapsing MS both before and after the start of treatment. The study, “Lymphopenia in treatment-naive relapsing multiple sclerosis,” was published in the journal Neurology. Lymphopenia may increase the risk for PML and perhaps other infections. And what, exactly, is PML I hear you ask? Or maybe I heard myself ask, which is not likely as I had to the look the answer up. Well, PML is the lovely little acronym for Progressive Multifocal Leukoencephalopathy. And what is that when it’s in English?? Well, back to Wikipedia for this one, (the medical journals are too scary). PML is “a rare and usually fatal viral disease characterized by progressive damage (-pathy) or inflammation of the white matter (leuko-) of the brain (-encephalo-) at multiple locations (multifocal). It is caused by the JC virus, which is normally present and kept under control by the immune system. JC virus is harmless except in cases of weakened immune systems. In general, PML has a mortality rate of 30–50 percent in the first few months and those who survive can be left with varying degrees of neurological disabilities.”
Oh, what jolly japes and fun this is!! So, it’s very rare – great! Whoop whoop. So, all I have to do now is wait until the powers that be (I don’t know who that is – medical professionals, god, governments…?) decide whether or not they are bothered by how low the lymphocytes can go and what they’re going to do about it if they do go low enough to worry folks.
Waiting. Again. Always waiting. Patience. Is patience finite? I may have to ponder that one, but apparently, I have time while I wait so it will give me something to do!!