The anestheisologist refused to allow me into the MRI without being intubated, since my tummy back washes when I lay flat. in sight of the MRI machine I scooted to the MRI table thingie, and then he pumped me full of drugs. I was intubated. I dont remember a thing. After the tube was removed I woke spluttering, coughing, and gagging. Even wet myself for good measure. my throat was very sore for the first day after, but today its much better, and should be gone by tomorrow. The MS MD didnt seem to care that it took a truck load of people with tubes, and drugs to get me safely thru the MRI, he was quick to want a new one in six months! nope, nope, nope. I will consent to a new MRI in 2 years, and will consent to a new neuro exam in one year. At this point I am screaming to STOP HELPING ME! You are helping me into an early grave! I think sometimes they are just guessing.

So, yea me! hooray! Stopping my copaxone didnt hurt me one tiny bit. As a matter of fact I feel so much better for stopping it, that I dont regret it one bit.

Thanks you guys!