Ugh.
I used to blog. I used to be so good at blogging. The words would just fall right out of my head. And now.. NOW.. it's like $%*(#*#()#*#.
Where to begin.. I am a mom. A wife. And I have the Multiple Sclerosis.
I still find that hard to say. Especially out loud. I have Multiple Sclerosis. I have it. It's in there. Silently. Eating up my brain.
Ok, ok, ok. I know that's not really what's going on in there... but shit. It might as well be some little bug in there. Eating away at my myelin sheaths. Just nom nom noming those suckers right up.
I'm fairly new to the whole MS thing. It hasn't totally destroyed my spirit yet. I was diagnosed a little over eight months ago. Eight. Long. Months. Of worrying about every little twitch and tingle. Eight months of people making stupid comments. Eight months of freaking out people with my "I've got the MS!" shirt.
Actually, that's been a lot of fun. I don't know why people think MS in contagious. But they do. And it's a fun little game to see 1. how hard they will try not to touch anything I've just touched and 2. how long it takes them to whip out the hand sanitizer. I first started wearing that damn shirt to feel empowered and comfortable with my disease. Now I just wear it to fuck with with cashiers up at Family Dollar.
I used to blog. I used to be so good at blogging. The words would just fall right out of my head. And now.. NOW.. it's like $%*(#*#()#*#.
Where to begin.. I am a mom. A wife. And I have the Multiple Sclerosis.
I still find that hard to say. Especially out loud. I have Multiple Sclerosis. I have it. It's in there. Silently. Eating up my brain.
Ok, ok, ok. I know that's not really what's going on in there... but shit. It might as well be some little bug in there. Eating away at my myelin sheaths. Just nom nom noming those suckers right up.
I'm fairly new to the whole MS thing. It hasn't totally destroyed my spirit yet. I was diagnosed a little over eight months ago. Eight. Long. Months. Of worrying about every little twitch and tingle. Eight months of people making stupid comments. Eight months of freaking out people with my "I've got the MS!" shirt.
Actually, that's been a lot of fun. I don't know why people think MS in contagious. But they do. And it's a fun little game to see 1. how hard they will try not to touch anything I've just touched and 2. how long it takes them to whip out the hand sanitizer. I first started wearing that damn shirt to feel empowered and comfortable with my disease. Now I just wear it to fuck with with cashiers up at Family Dollar.
