my initial mri

My nerologist guesses that I could have had lesions for two to five years.  I can remember that five years ago I was working at a parking garage washing cars all by myself.  Sometimes, I like to sleep on my side.  I awoke one morning to pain in my right shoulder, I assumed it was from repetative motion from the scub brush and self-diagnosed it as bursitus.  I still take the glucosamine/condrotin that I have left over from that.  In each joint is a sack of synovial fluid that is called the bursa.  When that gets inflamed, that is bursitis.  The glucosamine worked, until I was diagnosed with ms.  One year after my diagnosis is coming up.  I miss the garage.  The owner was an eighty year old man when I started and has retired since then.  The garage job was the best I have ever had.  Those eighty year olds really know how to take care of you because they have been there.  Every paycheck I had was at least twenty hours of overtime and I made that place shine.  I did things there that had not been done in at least twenty years.  I never ran out of projects in that 1928 Art Deco Parking Garage.  George bought the place the year I was born.