During my two years on Copaxone, Multiple Sclerosis took over my fridge. I couldn’t get out the milk for my coffee without being reminded that I live with this complicated neurological disease. Every time I opened the fridge, I saw that blue box filled with fresh needles. Ugh.
The dreaded nightly routine of administering Copaxone would flush my thoughts as I reached for the salad dressing, grabbed mustard for my sandwich or checked to see if there was anything decent to nibble on. Those Copaxone syringes stared at me even if I tried to tuck them away on the bottom shelf of the door, seemingly out of site. Yet whenever I opened the fridge, the lot of them appeared to yell out “HI! WE’RE HERE TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU LIVE WITH MS. NOW GRAB A SYRINGE, PACK UP THE AUTOJECT AND GET ON WITH IT.”
Sure, MS took over my refrigerator. At times, it seems it has taken over my life.