Poo is what I fear most at the moment.
I thought turning this column into a diary was cool. Following the greats, such as John Diamond, who chronicled his cancer to the end, takes me into some strange quarters. In this case, strained ones!
Multiple sclerosis (MS) affects egestion, the process of discharging undigested or waste material from the body (I know this thanks to the biology exam I took at 16 for my O Levels, now called General Certificate of Secondary Education. There’s no equivalent in the U.S.).
I’m beginning to suspect MS also affects everything else. It keeps our skin from healing properly (I just experienced six months of this. I haven’t even written about that!), possibly causes lymphedema (oh yes, big time, though I finally seem to have shrunk the beast of late!), increases the risk of trigeminal neuralgia (huge, awful tick), and causes bladder problems (I self-catheterize, so I was one of the few people in comedy who really did take the piss out of themselves).
OK, if you read that column, you know I’m reusing that joke. It’s the modern way to recycle! Sex: no stand-up there!
There are a myriad more symptoms, such as mental health effects, but I suitably can’t be arsed to research them. Like anyone else, I easily remember the ones that abuse me!
In August 2019, I got an anal catheter system that worked a treat! Or, is that a swoosh?
As my right arm became increasingly painful, I decided to try veganism in December. Many nutritionists claim meat causes inflammation. The rest of my family had already gone vegan, so I went for it. My timing was terrible — just before Christmas!
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