Just when I thought I’d finally decided, really and truly, not to go back on interferon treatment, I get my first flare-up in I can’t remember how long. It’s not a bad one, by any means, and I doubt it’s really noticeable to anyone except me, but it’s undeniably there. It started a couple of weeks ago with numbness on my left side and progressed, slowly but surely, to burning and a definite weakness all through my left leg. Oh, and the fatigue. That’s maybe the worst. I hate that.

I haven’t done anything about it yet, mostly because I ran out of prednisone so long ago that my prescription had expired, and I couldn’t be bothered to call the doctor’s office for more. I finally got around to making the call a couple of days ago, though, and I should be able to start on some steroids tomorrow. I’m sure that will clear everything up in no time.

And I don’t think it’s a sign from the universe that I should reconsider the interferon — honest, I don’t — but I’d be a liar if I said that my resolve is as strong as it was last time I wrote about this. Ugh.