I can't decide whether I'm a victim of my own technophilia or the scrubbing-bubbles effect MS can have on the brain. Lately, it's logins. I have nearly four dozen of them, all told. Two I know by heart. The rest are a confusing heap of random qwertiness that leaves me grasping at straws for the… Continue reading Is it just me?
Yet so worth it. Yes, I'm a fate tempter. And I might have a small, tiny, barely perceptible shoe addiction. I just hope my neuro doesn't see this post. Or my mother.
2011 is a year I'd rather leave in the rear-view mirror. I think the world agrees with me. We should have known things were off to an inauspicious start when blackbirds fell dead from the sky on New Year's Eve (of course, that just happened this year, too). The bad had a way of eclipsing the… Continue reading The year that was
So a woman with multiple sclerosis has trekked Mount Everest? And here I whine about the elevators being out at my office for the second day in a row. Three floors, nearly thirty thousand feet. Really, what's the difference?
Dear High Heels, I can't believe I've even writing this. It has to be one of the toughest decisions I've ever had to make. But this can't go on. The pain I feel when I'm with you is all too apparent now, and I fear that us staying together will only hurt me more. So… Continue reading Breaking up is hard to do
Or, in this case, the MRI, fondly known in my house as the big scary knock-knock machine. It's been a nearly 10 months since my last head check. But this makes MRI No. 8 or so in recent memory. I'm getting to be quite the pro, as the techs pointed out today. No metal? Check.… Continue reading Once more unto the breach
And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver ... Spasticity has me doing the zombie shuffle quite expertly here lately. So sign me up for the next flash mob that dances Thriller.
Certain circumstances, some beyond my control and others I have some control over, have led to a little snag. We've switched insurance, and I have spent the past month getting my little duckies in a row. And because it's me and things often go awry, there might have been a couple of stragglers. Now because… Continue reading Planning fail
It's harder than it seems. I shouldn't have a problem with public speaking, particularly when the topic is something I'm passionate about like multiple sclerosis. But here I was, amid fellow MSers, activists and lawmakers, at a loss for what to say. The event was a Legislative Luncheon at the state Capitol, put together by… Continue reading Getting the word out
Funny, they never tell how how long this little formula for humor takes. How much distance you need before the sharp edges of a prickly reality dull somewhat. When it becomes palatable, these painful treatments, the uncertain future, the broken body. Multiple sclerosis is really no laughing matter. But I can have a chuckle at… Continue reading Comedy is tragedy plus time