Steroids are a real bitch.

Okay, maybe I should start that over by first putting a huge thank you out into the universe because without steroids I would be blind in my right eye, and who knows what else. Steroids are a miracle drug that immediately reduce dangerous inflammation and are a genius invention that I am forever grateful for.

Steroids are also a complete disaster on your body – or at least mine – wreaking havoc all over the place like a rabid bull in a china shop. That was a weird analogy.

I have been given 5 straight days of intravenous steroids a few times over the course of a year. I have gained weight, lost cartilage in my right knee, and discovered 6 cavities even though my dentist says my oral hygiene is better than ever. But the really special part about steroids is the emotional and physical affects after the infusion.

Days 1-4 after steroid infusion I look like I ate 3 water balloons but I feel like I could Forrest Gump-it across the country. You heard me right. My belly is distended like I just completed a world record hot-dog eating contest and I feel like I could run 3,000 miles. It is very strange.

Days 5-10 after steroid infusion I want to kill everyone and sleep 14 hours a day.

Basically steroids invoke a 2 week blur where I will literally feel and say anything. They throw me on a crazy train while beautifully fixing and breaking things inside of me.

Steroids are simply another fun new addition to my life with MS.

Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em so I might as well love ’em.