The neuro was very polite, and didn't quite let on what we both must have been thinking in unison.
I have lost ground this year. I failed the closed-eyes balance test, and I tripped on myself when asked to walk toe to heel. That was the second time, when he suggested I walk "late-for-church" fast.
There hasn't been a real exacerbation in a few years. The Copaxone is working, but I am still losing ground.
What to do?
Call in the Ground Dog and go hunting down by the Chemung River! I'm lame as hell afterwards, but at least I'm using myself up before I'm completely gone.