My fabulous thigh after another daily injection. Now I know this photo may spark a few questions, so I'll take the liberty to address the one that is most pressing on your minds: No, I did not borrow those shorts from my grandma. I bought them at a department store in the JUNIORS sleep wear section! They're totally trendy, the sign said so. There. Glad I could set you all at ease about that.
It's been a very hot month and as a result my symptoms and side effects have been significantly exacerbated. Heat is to MS what the Daleks are to Doctor Who. Not a sci-fi fan? Try Voldemort to Harry Potter. Superman's Kryptonite. Skeletor to that homosexually charged cartoon fella. You get the idea. Hot summer weather combined with MS equals bad news bears.
So in addition to injection lumps that render me reminiscent of a certain Ex-Galactic President (Are you counting the geeky cult references in this post? There will be a quiz at the end.), I'm finding myself walking around like a drunken pirate. Balance is always the first thing to go with me. That in itself isn't so bad, but pair that with slurred speech and head twitches from muscle spasms in my neck and I appear to have escaped from Arkham Asylum. One of these days I'm gonna have some real fun and, with a few head twitches, ask some random person sitting next to me if they are aware that Major League Baseball is spying on us all.
Most days it's all rather amusing, though it hardly seems fair I should experience the effects of a bottle of rum without actually enjoying any. Some days, however, it all gets rather exhausting. Still, I try to keep it in perspective. It could be, and has been, much much worse and I'm grateful it's all down to what I consider to be a dull roar. Still, sometimes it's the little things I've had to give up that I miss. And on those days where I can actually make it through the day in a pair of dress sandals and my hands stop trembling enough for me to apply eye shadow...I kind of feel like a normal person again. And normalcy, my friends, can be a real treat.
It's been a very hot month and as a result my symptoms and side effects have been significantly exacerbated. Heat is to MS what the Daleks are to Doctor Who. Not a sci-fi fan? Try Voldemort to Harry Potter. Superman's Kryptonite. Skeletor to that homosexually charged cartoon fella. You get the idea. Hot summer weather combined with MS equals bad news bears.
So in addition to injection lumps that render me reminiscent of a certain Ex-Galactic President (Are you counting the geeky cult references in this post? There will be a quiz at the end.), I'm finding myself walking around like a drunken pirate. Balance is always the first thing to go with me. That in itself isn't so bad, but pair that with slurred speech and head twitches from muscle spasms in my neck and I appear to have escaped from Arkham Asylum. One of these days I'm gonna have some real fun and, with a few head twitches, ask some random person sitting next to me if they are aware that Major League Baseball is spying on us all.Most days it's all rather amusing, though it hardly seems fair I should experience the effects of a bottle of rum without actually enjoying any. Some days, however, it all gets rather exhausting. Still, I try to keep it in perspective. It could be, and has been, much much worse and I'm grateful it's all down to what I consider to be a dull roar. Still, sometimes it's the little things I've had to give up that I miss. And on those days where I can actually make it through the day in a pair of dress sandals and my hands stop trembling enough for me to apply eye shadow...I kind of feel like a normal person again. And normalcy, my friends, can be a real treat.
