With everything being so awful, the goal is to write uplifting copy. OK, sounds like my sort of gig.
One way of dealing with things is to become self-absorbed with the old MS.
I think it’s getting jealous. How can a mere virus get all this attention?
MS: “I’m far more complex. No human has even worked out what the hell I am! Pah. I’ll show my particular human what for!”
And the ol’ MS did with its usual scattergun blast.
I’ve spent the last fortnight grappling with a good, old-fashioned MS problem. One that had me screaming, shouting, and at times, sniveling.
Particularly burdensome, it was worse while trying to sleep, to such an extent that my 24-hour clock has been kicked across the world. I might only be allowed to go out of the house for exercise, but I’m currently living in the Australian time zone! It’s irksome to use a wheelchair in the dark — too much chance of running over dog poo!
Spasticity has been inexorably creeping into my right arm for years. Yes, I know it’s my neurons misfiring, but as ever, knowing the science doesn’t stop me thinking of it as some kind of malicious creature slowly taking over my body.
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