I was born in 1957, which put me pretty much smack dab into the middle of high school when it was cool to be a hippie. I didn’t let the grass grow under the platitude of “peace, love, sell some incense”. I ate it up. Long hair parted down the middle, abalone shell necklace on a leather thong, natural wool dyed hats, Joni Mitchell, hairy legs…bring it on.
I had just missed the drug induced 60s (“if you remember the 60s, you weren’t there”), but there was still plenty of pot and things around in my world. A “lid” of pot was about $10 and smelled mainly and suspiciously of lawn clippings. Never was my deal and still isn’t. (MS bonus = medical marijuana, but despite the slight, yet coveted, “bad girl” image it invokes, I just can’t go there.)
So along comes MS. Early symptoms around 26, final diagnosis at 43. My hippie persona was well behind me (six figure salary, BMW, Prada perfume, $100 haircuts, W Hotel). I had luckily survived the music industry during the crazy 80s and 90s and my drug of choice was now a solid $30 bottle of Pinot Noir.
Welcome Copaxone. Ew. Are you fucking kidding me? A DAILY injection? As I’ve chronicled here before, it’s an uncomfortable, lumpy, burny, creepy, bummer. And it’s like, wow, a MONDO drug. Not only that, but to be 100% honest here, I still really don’t have a clue what the heck it does or how it works after 12 years (that’s well over 4,000 shots). It also now costs over $4,000 per month (thank you health insurance and co-pay assistance!). Huh. I haven’t done the math before….holy cow!!! I had gone from sanctimoniously turning away from lawn clippings, to daily injections of drugs I imagine are more expensive than the finest grade of heroin.
But back to my hippie roots. I’ve discovered that since I’ve had to quit my high powered, super fun, big dollar, high pressure job and been forced to slow down and nap, hirple and read all day that I’m starting to pull out the Joni MItchell, quit dying my hair, and only occasionally dabbing on some left over Prada. I’m now reduced to $10 boxed wine – mainly because of financial issues, but also because it is much more eco friendly……
The proverbial drug cat got out of the bag though. My doctor has given me valium to take when the spasticity is bad or I’m feeling a little too anxious. I take a statin for high cholesterol as I can’t exercise enough to get it down naturally. I take a nightly dose of antibiotic to counteract UTIs caused by catheterizing. You get the idea.
I’ll continue to recycle. I’ll continue to conserve energy. I’ll continue to eat organic. But, I think a little chemical help is warranted and welcome thanks to this interloper – MS.
Illustration by Hizza Siller