For some reason I’m stuck on something in the book. Maybe it’s because Botox is failing this time and I’m kinda feeling desperate. Maybe it’s because I’m again flat on my back. (What in the phrase ‘I feel carsick’ at the start of a journey inspired my husband to turn a 1.5 hour trip into Gilligan’s 3 hour tour?! I love that man but he is so damned oblivious. Waiting out the tail end of a compazine.) Anyway, in an attempt to be positive the author discounts disability claims for MAV because it is ‘so easy to successfully treat’. I can barely work part time. I try to extend it but end up right back here - in bed, mid-day. I can’t decide if that makes me feel weak and a failure or if I’m just that statistical outlier I always am. Either way, I found it extremely disheartening, which is ironic as he was aiming for the opposite.
Also he insists venlafaxine is weight neutral, which is BS and bummed me out - for the same reasons.
And his mindfulness meditation on ‘feeling your nausea and dizziness and let them flow through and out of you so you will no longer feel them’ is pretty horrible advice in a moving car.
Other than those quibbles, it’s a great book, especially for the newly diagnosed.