I've learned (the hard way) in the last week or two, that I have been a bit of a whingeing sook in years gone by. Always thought things were bad, but bearable.
Now, I think I know what bad actually means, MS wise.
Clealy this is a flare.
I thought, oh Lord I can't walk 50 yards, now I can't walk without a wheelie walker at all, and I'm still exhausted after ten yards.
Foot drop? Thought I had it, but now I realise real foot drop is way less fun than a numb foot and the need to wear supportive shoes at all times. The wretched thing turns inwards, and weighs a ton.
Plus side, can't feel a thing. Another plus side, not peeing my pants. Can't feel much down there, either.
My left hand is dead to the world. I can stand unsupported for as long as it takes to lunge from from one solid object to another.
If I have to get something out of the fridge, I need to sit on a chair. If I bend over my heart races, and I feel like I'm going to faint. Can't roll over in bed without grabbing the bedstead. Shower? What shower? They never seem to wash much in The Walking Dead.
I know the first rule of medicine is "do no harm". I am not allowed steroids, in case my aneurysm bursts, but honestly, I don't care!
It is a risk I am willing to take, as an adult with most of her faculties intact.
It does feel better just writing it down. At least my bf is nice.
Now, I think I know what bad actually means, MS wise.
Clealy this is a flare.
I thought, oh Lord I can't walk 50 yards, now I can't walk without a wheelie walker at all, and I'm still exhausted after ten yards.
Foot drop? Thought I had it, but now I realise real foot drop is way less fun than a numb foot and the need to wear supportive shoes at all times. The wretched thing turns inwards, and weighs a ton.
Plus side, can't feel a thing. Another plus side, not peeing my pants. Can't feel much down there, either.
My left hand is dead to the world. I can stand unsupported for as long as it takes to lunge from from one solid object to another.
If I have to get something out of the fridge, I need to sit on a chair. If I bend over my heart races, and I feel like I'm going to faint. Can't roll over in bed without grabbing the bedstead. Shower? What shower? They never seem to wash much in The Walking Dead.
I know the first rule of medicine is "do no harm". I am not allowed steroids, in case my aneurysm bursts, but honestly, I don't care!
It is a risk I am willing to take, as an adult with most of her faculties intact.
It does feel better just writing it down. At least my bf is nice.
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