I was diagnosed 3 1/2 years ago with RRMS (Relapsing Remitting) after an attack that began with numbness in one foot, spread up to my chest and left me with about a 60% loss in vision and double vision. (Ironically, about 2 1/2 yrs ago, I got drunk, fell and hit my head on a rock and it knocked my vision back into line. The doctors were amused though I did caution them against adopting my unorthadox treatment protocol.
Though my symptoms have reached mostly managable levels now. It's taken some getting used to. Fatigue was bad at first but has improved like about everything else through excercise. when I began I couldn't walk very far without stopping I can now walk up to 6 mi comfortably and have even doubled that figure once. However, that cost me dearly in energy and recovery time.
WARNING possible TMI ahead
Besides the numbness, my main troubling symptoms are cognitive difficulties and forgetfulness on the mental side and neurogenic bladder and bowel on the physical side. Talk about the Yin and Yang of MS symptoms. It's flood and drought, rivers and deserts, stop and go.
My bladder has the *cutest* way of spasming at inopportune moments. It's like a vise suddenly squeezed tight on your bladder and said "We're goin NOW" ignore it and let's just count how many times I"ve driven home unexpectedly and damp.
Round the corner, the opposite is true. Nerve damage is a strange animal. The same processes that make me feel like I have the (full) bladders of a dozen men also, at random times, throw the switch that shuts down my digestive system. No laxatives will work and If not picked up on quickly I'll be back in the ER facing abdominal surgery, or even worse,
Manual disempaction
I'll spare you the gory details, but for those who don't know, manual disimpaction involves a lot of olive oil, nudity, and exploration. But before you sign up, know that as soon as you sign, a nurse with ham hands and fingers the size & shape of small bowling pins is about ready to see if she can remove your tonsils - from below.
After ordering 5 seperate laxatives, one an IV version, and three types of suppositories to no avail, my doc had given up and I being wheeled face down, half covered bare bottom up displayed on a gurney as I was being pushed down a back hall where I was slated for 'disimpaction'. Where nurse FatFingers probably warms up by examining a few bellowing cows butts.
I trembled in anticipation of the very long, very painful, very humiliating procedure when my previous nurse stopped in passing. He suggested enemas. I'd never tried that and it sounded a bit better than being dug out. Though I was no longer his patient, my 1st nurse got an order from my off-duty Dr, got the equipment, and even came in on about half his lunch hour to demo/teach my new young med tech in this skill.
It worked beautifully and quite easily. I was held one more day for observation and was so grateful to this middle-aged nurse and college-aged med tech for bringing me relief that I allowed three of their training young techs to administer an unneeded enema to me so that they could be certified on this useful and nearly forgotten about remedy.
My gastroenterologist agrees at least in part. After seeing my results, she prescribed two enemas each Thu and arranged for a home health nurse to assist me.