Today I sat in my last waiting room. The clinical trial for FTY - wait, Fingol - wait, Gilenya is officially over.
You would think this is when I get to pat myself on the back for bravely putting my health on the line for the good of humanity. And I would have, to an insufferable degree, only THIS happened Tuesday night.
I was speaking with a new co-worker, getting to know her, and I found she had once worked at SLU Medical. I mentioned I'd met the clinical trial team there.
"Oh," she said, "I might have met them. I was in a clinical trial there."
Let me take a moment to describe this woman. Bright blue eyes, ridiculously adorable turned-up nose, dark hair. As if an artist was painting a study in color and contrast. Angelic.
I asked, "What was your trial for?"
She tilted her pretty head and casually shrugged one shoulder ."Smallpox."
Technically, the military smallpox vaccine, but still. SMALLPOX! Smmaaallllllpox. I am SUCH a LOSER with my feeble MS.