It's MS Awareness Week, and I've nearly succeeded in proudly donning our signature color every single day. Funny how orange, which I once associated with the MS prison I felt locked up in, now has a different connotation. I see the color as one of power, strength, resilience, solidarity. I wasn't able to make it… Continue reading Orange crush
Tag: multiple sclerosis
Hit me with your best shot: Comparing Betaseron and Copaxone
Switching MS treatments has been more of an adjustment than I thought. I figured a shot was a shot was a shot, right? Wrong. In a layman's way, I get how Betaseron and Copaxone are different — the former is an interferon that works by reducing the ability of inflammatory cells of the immune system… Continue reading Hit me with your best shot: Comparing Betaseron and Copaxone
Heroes, or how I came to like Montel Williams
Everyone could use a good dose of inspiration now and again. I find it in nature, in words, in music (but not Words & Music), in other people overcoming challenges large and small to make an impact in their little corner of the world. And now, I find inspiration in a certain former daytime TV… Continue reading Heroes, or how I came to like Montel Williams
Boy crazy
* UPDATE* Signing day went fine, save for a few hiccups. But the more I work, the less I feel that I can keep up this pace. The occasional 12-hour day is fine, but I've had more than I care to remember. Part of it is me, but part of it is the job. I… Continue reading Boy crazy
Please give
In my mailbox yesterday was one of those nondescript envelopes addressed to me but in that casual handwriting that always gives me pause. I mean, what if it was those name stickers we all get from whatever organization that is each year? Well, maybe this isn't junk junk mail so I'll open it and check… Continue reading Please give
Taking a stand
It's difficult to stand one's ground when the simple act of standing is a feat unto itself. It took all of the Herculean might I could muster (OK, and a high powered energy pill that treats narcolepsy) to hang with the sweaty swarm of humanity for An Evening With Cake. I did, but not without… Continue reading Taking a stand
I will survive
I am equally excited and nervous about tonight. We are headed to Memphis to see Cake. This will be my first live music outing in forever, and certainly the first since my diagnosis. I've taken my "energy pill," the one that keeps me from passing out once the clock strikes 10 or so. I'm Cinderella… Continue reading I will survive
Me 3, MS 56
Me and MS have a little game we like to play. I call it Catch Me If You Can, Sucka! The idea is simple: I go about my life as if nothing has changed. Mind over matter, I'm not my disease, and all. I go shopping. I run errands. I go to work. I work… Continue reading Me 3, MS 56
On the skids, or the post in which I talk about showering
One of my greatest (non-existential and non-irrational) fears — besides the everyman's dilemma of public speaking — is falling out of my shower into a wet, motionless heap. Not only would whoever rescued me find my naked ass splayed across the floor, but they'd see proof positive in my grimy tiles what a terrible domestic… Continue reading On the skids, or the post in which I talk about showering
I’ve got baggage
I am about to have a serious logistical problem on my hands, quite literally. Bags, bags, everywhere bags. With me nearly every morning is a filled-to-the brim backpack, a purse, a lunch bag and sometimes even another tote. Why? Because I have a bunch of stuff. And I keep acquiring more stuff. The telltale signs… Continue reading I’ve got baggage
One, Wild & Precious 