20 days in hospital including acute physical rehab, courtesy of Medicaid insurance benefits and an unexpected MS relapse (paralysis); possessed by a favorable, if idiosyncratic, attitude adjustment toward institutional knowledge, MIC protocols, organizational behavior, and "luck".

That is the B'more PD and Emergency Medical Technicians (EMTs) who circumvented damage to the exterior fortifications of the Chateau Hobo to collect me. The irony. It was this  team work that also determined which receiving ER, ergo admitting hospital and University of Maryland medical system. Take note, Johns Hopkins straddling the twin towers of International Repute and Monopoly.

And, dare I say, vindicated. Evidently, in the 27 years since my diagnosis, the smörgåsbord of hypothetical "disease-modifying drugs" fail the test of efficacy over time more often than not. At this stage in my case, I've no reasons to expect beneficial alternatives to behavioral modification, eg. physical medicine and metabolic nutrition, or NPI. To wit, statistically significant deviation in treatment endpoints (number of new or active lesions) attributable either to, say, interferon "infusions," diroximel fumarate treatment (H_A), or placebo (H₀). In my case, H_A proved false, confirmed by head-to-tail MRI Y₀ and Y₂. I shudder imagining the range of adverse Rx reactions and secondary conditions I might have acquired were I a more credulous subject of neurological arts and silver bullets.

Where in the world is Cat now?
Back on my feet, so to speak, with fresh understanding that the mysteries of life are

until further notice.

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