It is getting even worse. I think the Gilenya mostly destroyed my proprioceptive sense. The funny thing is that I can walk mostly OK, including across uneven ground without my canes or walker.
But on horseback it is another thing entirely. My left stirrup feels too short but from the front it looks like my left stirrup is at least two holes further down than my right stirrup, which is the stirrup that feels too long. My riding teacher, bless her, has been taking pictures of my lopsidedness, she had to because I FELT balanced and normal. I can no longer trust anything I feel from my body about my side-to-side balance on horseback.
The horses I ride are saints. This lopsidedness of mine makes no sense to them so they politely ignore it, while keeping contact, obeying my aids for speed, turning, slowing down and halting. They are not diving off to the side when my seat unconsciously shifts, they are not bucking out of despair, and they just put up with me.
I am SO GLAD I am not trying to learn dressage because right now I would turn a properly trained dressage horse bonkers as they desperately tried to find center under my butt.
I hate, hate, hate what Gilenya did to my brain and my body. I have had bad times before (like after Betasaron), but I was more aware that something was wrong. By taking Gilenya I wiped out the positive results of over 10 years of riding lessons with the best riding teacher I’ve ever had, the really bad thing is that if Debbie had not been haranguing me about my lopsidedness I would not have realized it at all because everything felt normal to me.
When she gets me centered, my body cannot tell the difference from being lopsided.
I am in despair. Should I stop riding because I am being unfair to the horses? Should I apologize to the horses and keep on riding so I am still able to walk, in the hope that the riding will help my brain heal enough so I can again realize it when I am leaning to one side or the other?
Otherwise, getting back on the Dronabinol is doing some good for me, I am no longer getting the feeling that I HAVE TO use my wheeled walker when I walk, and I can even walk around 30 feet outside without any my canes or my walker. I am no longer having to use my canes to walk around the house, and I no longer have to stick close to a wall for support. I feel confident about climbing in and out of the bathtub, and I have been able to do that safely.
I have yet to regain my old speed at the walk, I don’t think my body trusts my brain enough to walk fast. However I am walking faster than before I got back on the Dronabinol.
I am now at half of my old normal dosage of Dronabinol. My body is telling me to increase slooowly, and I am listening to my body about this.
If my riding was not super, super, super messed up I would be pretty happy. And the worse thing is that I did not realize that my riding was super, super, super messed up because the horses were too polite to tell me in no uncertain terms. Well, the 30 yr. old Arab mare was trying to tell me she no longer enjoyed carrying me around, but she did not tell me why by her actions under the saddle. Good thing I listened to her because she does not deserve my bad riding. What she did was to stop taking pride in obeying me well, instead of giving little snorts of approval when we did stuff right she started looking a little sour. But that was IT, no head slinging, no sudden veering to the side, she never refused to move under me, all reactions that in the past she has shown herself perfectly capable of doing. I guess the horses are nobly taking care of me since I cannot seem to help myself right now.
Bless all school horses!