Not that I would ever use my condition to get out of doing something, or to get preferential treatment (other than a better parking spot), but this new ground we're covering here, so Nick and I are feeling our way through things. I don't want him to cater to my every whim, because I pride… Continue reading My right-hand man
Author: Jenn Godwin
Absence noted
How do you prove a negative? In our case, with pregnancy tests. Not long before MS sent shockwaves big and small through our simple life, Nick and I had The Talk about The Future and decided to try to have a baby. It wasn't a high-pressure situation, because we felt no real sense of urgency.… Continue reading Absence noted
72 pills in 72 hours
I am in the middle of a relapse that began mid-October, a little over a month after getting my MS diagnosis. It started in my right hand and quickly colonized my right side - arm, torso and even boob (sorry, breast, for those who prefer the clinical term). The first exacerbation (technical term!) in September… Continue reading 72 pills in 72 hours
Lost in translation
The day we finally went to the ER was the day I couldn't put on my underwear and then face-planted in my kitchen, my body contorted on the floor like some sort of crime-scene chalk outline. I thought about how I might be paralyzed and wondered which of my darling pets would start gnawing me… Continue reading Lost in translation
Same blog, new topic
Disclaimer: If I were to write a school report about my summer, it would go something like this: I lost part of my vision for a spell in June/July. Then I lost the ability to walk. And then I found out I had multiple sclerosis. I'm now ready to talk about that journey. So for… Continue reading Same blog, new topic
Mountain high
A sherpa I am not, apparently. While I can't claim mountain climbing as a skill of mine, I honestly thought that a recent mid-morning hike up Pinnacle Mountain would be a breeze. Wow, was I wrong. Last time I scaled the mini-peak, I was in my prime, physically speaking. I remember the 20-year-old me scrambling… Continue reading Mountain high
When is giving in giving up?
It's Friday, a day that has been known to turn many otherwise serious and rational people into giddy, adventurous versions of their normally staid selves. I am no exception. Which is why I gave in this morning and got a — GASP! — cheese danish from Starbucks. And scarfed down all 420 calories of it… Continue reading When is giving in giving up?
Shopping and the Box of Shame
Ever had one of those dressing room moments where you are convinced that a dress/shirt/pair of jeans WILL fit, only to find out in a very dramatic fashion otherwise? Yeah, me neither. OK, that was a bald-faced lie. I seem to court this sort of humiliation, possibly out of the self-delusion that I can wear… Continue reading Shopping and the Box of Shame
Down she goes!
It's happening. My clothes are fitting a bit looser (which has led to some very slapdash modifications at work recently). Even my shoes aren't as snug. I'm not just firming up - I'm losing poundage. Nineteen to be exact. A whole size. And people are noticing and commenting. Along the lines of "Hey, baggy drawers,… Continue reading Down she goes!
Making a run for it
So I participated in the 5K portion of the Little Rock Marathon recently. It went as well as I had predicted, given that I don’t devote that much time or energy to actual training. The morning came entirely too early, and my body didn’t adjust all too well to being up and at ‘em at… Continue reading Making a run for it
One, Wild & Precious 