MS is a tricky little bugger. The symptoms are as individual as the person who has it, and even then they are as fickle as the day is long.
So far, I’ve had hot legs, cold legs, numb legs, numb hands, tingly body parts, rebellious body parts, dysfunctional body parts.
Which has led to many a strange conversation in our house that amount to very novice symptom checks.
Take this one, back when it was still relatively balmy…(oh, I miss you already fall).
ME: Is it like really, really cold in here?
NICK: It’s on like 74.
ME: Can we make it oven-hot?
NICK: You realize I’m in my boxers and already sweating, right?
ME: Touch my leg. Does it feel supercold to you?
NICK: It feels normal.
ME: Try again.
And this, just the other day…
ME: My foot is swollen. Isn’t it?
ME: Think it’s the gout?
ME: But I don’t even drink that much!
NICK (to himself): Anymore.
In addition to these physical symptoms, there’s the mental side of MS: Depression, anxiety, biploar-esque mood swings, irritability.
Which led to this particularly fuzzy back and forth…
NICK: Sheesh. Are you PMS-y or something?
ME: Do you really want to go there, Mr. I Flirt with Danger?