Its been a year, since my first relapse which led to diagnosis. Blue lighted to hospital with Nystagmus, severe Dizziness and numbness all over. Was left on a trolly in A&E for two days in the worst hospital i've ever been to (not mentioning names). I work away so at first there was no-one who could be there for me. My mum had to ring the hospital to tell them take me to the toilet and give me water, since they just seemed to forget I was there... I eventually had an MRI and the results read to me in front of a room strangers by a junior obstetrician of all things... yeah, brutal. I'm still not back at work (their fault not mine, I'm ready whenever), broke up with my fiancee of 10 years a month after I was diagnosed and having lost touch with all my friends I'm stuck at home on my own and going a bit stir crazy, Its been rough. Thankfully I've got a brilliant family that support me as much as they can, but they're not here all the time. They've got places to be, lives to attend to. The Gym has kept me sane, but theres only so much of that I can take without getting bored/tired. Despite all that, I'm optimistic. Shits gunna work itself out. When? Dunno, but it will :)