To Copaxone.
I don't know why I've hung on to this stuff since deciding to stop on June 27th. Maybe because I was unsure about my decision. Yeah, that's probably it. Because I look at that picture and think, "Am I making a mistake?" I'll never know.
Like I've said in past posts on my other blog, you can really never know if a medication is working. Unless of course, you're able to clone yourself to a "T" and give person 'A' the medication and not give it to person 'B'. Then you'll know. Unfortunately, I'm not in a position to clone myself so I'll just have to go with what feels right.
And right now, it feels right to not inject myself anymore.
I journeyed over to the Hazardous Waste Materials location in my area and handed over all my Copaxone. Thousands of dollars worth of medication, gone! Granted, I only paid $9.00 for the medication but still, that's a lot of money.
Oh, but wait! I get back in my car and what do I find after leaving the HWM place? Three sneaky, fully packaged syringes (unused of course), trying to hide behind my gym bag on my front seat. A sign? I don't think so! But I could've swore I heard a voice ask, "Are you sure?"
Hell yes!
They were terminated upon my arrival home. So it's official. O. ffic. ial. I am not on any disease-modifying meds nor do I have any in my possession. A clean start.
Until of course, I get my referral to the Mayo Clinic in Arizona. Oh... the drama there! I'll update soon but I'm sad to say, not much progress has been made. Other than my progressively growing phone bill.
